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#365DaysWild, birding, birdwatching, British birds, Dipper, Dipper chick, Dipper feeding its chick, Radyr Weir
I didn’t spot the fledgling Dipper at first, its pale brown, grey and yellow tones blending in perfectly with the dull hues of old concrete and rusty metal.
Then I spotted the adult Dipper flying towards the weir and, as soon as the young one opened its mouth, that bright orange gape was impossible to miss. It shouted ‘Feed me!’
Four times I watched the adult bird fly off downstream, desperately searching around stones and under water for more tasty titbits.
As soon as it had a mouthful, back to its chick it flew, to deposit the snacks into that wide and ravenous orange mouth. I really don’t know how bird parents find the energy to keep up their constant effort. What an incredible job they do in rearing their young!
The fledgling was sitting on the top gate of the fish pass this afternoon — rather easier to spot than where you found it! Sadly no camera with me.
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Great that you got to see it, Jon. A little treasure!
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Bird!
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It is truly amazing how hard they work! Glad I had a child and not baby burd!
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I didn’t have a child so I admire them even more! 🙂
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