a chance happening or event.
With a flurry of bank holidays and good weather it has been all too easy to accrue lieu time at work. I had a few hours to take and some semi-urgent chores and appointments to attend to. So the lieu hours will be best used to see to this business.
The First, Shelter, Exhibition and Yarnsie Fields and their birds beckon.
No. I should head to the village and my chores.
I hop on the Super Deluxe and free-wheel to the Wirral Way. A right turn is West Kirby and business.
I go left.
You never know what you could see, what chance encounter you would have missed had you turned right, and that is what make me swerve to port at the last moment. Decision made I pedal to the fields. Scanning around it looks quiet, but I know these fields can be a slow burn.
There are several gaps in the hedgerow that allow views across the fileds and I take up a position in one of these overlooking the Exhibition Field. I sit down cross-legged and wait for something to happen. The dappled shade is taking the heat out of the sun and a light breeze wafts the fresh hawthorn leaves. I'm instantly relaxed. Then a nagging doubt creeps into my mind, should I have gone home? Should I have tied up my business in the village then gone out?
As I am thinking this a Wren pops up in front of me. A loud rapid-fire song bursts from tiny lungs.
If I had turned right half an hour earlier I would have missed this little chap giving it all he has to display to the local girl Wrens. I feel a little better.
Sat quietly in this hedge and dressed in drab colours I am hardly conspicuous. Stuff is coming close. A male Blackcap takes on the Wren in the singing stakes. He is louder, and I think his tune is slightly better. The flute like note at the end give it the edge on the Wren.
Still crouched in the hedge I notice a small bird hopping it's way towards me. It's a Common Whitethroat and it is blissfully unaware of my presence. It comes closer, gives me a nervous glance then zips past my nose and continues on it's way. Magic!
The following image is how you normally see Brown Hares on these fields....
Then it happens. That chance encounter. A hare appears in the Exhibition, its come through the hedge from the Shelter Field. It hasn't noticed me, it is still a little far off to see me. It is more concerned with feeding. It is lazily wandering along the line of the hedge stopping to munch on a few green shoots. I decide to scootch along the hedge I'm hiding in to where it meets the hare's hedge. It still hasn't spotted me. I don't push my luck and settle in to watch the mammal some more. I figure it'll get a bit closer before it drifts away into the centre of the field. It stops to take a little mre grass for lunch. This is it I think. It'll be off now.
Happenstance, you can't beat it.