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Kur sianakt Egi eisi, gal i Rudninkus ?, paklausyk kas ten girdisi, ar burbuliuoja ir ubauja

Nu Altarai irgi negražiai pasielgei , patylom į Biržus atvykai , ai ai ai .

cykiai, cykiai nakciu, kaip sakoma

Ta kad nežinojau, kad ten Biržai... Bronius liepė eiti, ir ėjau Keliu, keliu, per mišką, kur tu ten supaisysi, giria ar ne...

O žvirblinė dažnai ir dieną užtraukia. Nesyk girdėjau.

Tai iš kur tave Bronius atvedė , kad nesupratai kur esi , ar prieš tai jėga prigirdė svaigalų . Šeip tai jis tyliai atvažiuoja , tik paskui sužinau .Tai ar pričiupot kokią uralensis .

Tai gal ten ne Bronius buvo, o Ivanas Susaninas

Jo " kuda ty zaviol nas prokliatyj Susanin , da idite vy ja i sam zabludilsa "

Šiąnakt Rūdninkuose: ~22val Lututė (ją ir pamatyt pavyko), ~23val Mažasis apuokas, ~1val Lututė ir Naminė (bet tik keletą kartų nenoriai paklykavo)

Rudninkai and Ropejos, vast dark forests. Virtually unbroken, they hide in their depths some very desirable creatures of the nights ... owls, a good few species, but none easy to find, all in low densities and none to be served on a plate to the would be birder.

Into this was the challenge ...Nature, our forum member, called and asked if I might wish to go to a spot of owling. Hmm, I thought - have done this on occasion and usually the result is frozen limbs and not a peep of a bird! But how could I say no? Having already spent quite a few nocturnal hours out this year, I had located a couple of singing Tengmalm's Owls ...so this was my secret weapon. Hadn't actually seen them very often mind, but I was quietly confident.

Waited for darkness, then loaded up the car ...spotlights, tapes, binoculars, flask of coffee, one passenger. Off we went into the, as usual, cold night (was about minus 5). Bumped my old wreck of a car down to my chosen first stop, jumped out ...and, loud and clear, there resounded the clear unmistakeable piping of a Tengmalm's Owl! Great start, very close too. Listened, then crept in, under a full moon, slowly worked through the ancient pines. Now it was singing above us ...on went the spotlight and there was the owl - amazing thing, sitting singing like nobody's business, quite unperturbed by two grateful observers below. Well, barely half an hour into the venture and success had been had.
No point quitting now, so onward we went - stopped at a marsh, no owls, but plenty of unseen birds voiced into the night - White-fronted Geese honking their way north, Coots and Water Rails squealing from the reeds, a pair of Whooper Swans too. A little further up, a lake largely still frozen, was a real noisy affair - over the din of a thousand and half Black-headed Gulls, a Bittern, freshly in, boomed its presence out, almost a ghostly echo. More Whooper Swans here too, their white shapes haunting out from the darkness, more like a ghost story by the minute.
More places to visit and the next notched up our second owl of the night - parked up by a small pine stand in a village and there, within a minute, was a low deep hoo hoo hoo ...the Long-eared Owl was putting on a performance. Great stuff! Now I got adventurous ...let's try for Eagle Owl ...a few kilometres into a rather deep dark patch and I was on there territory, nothing! Played the tape, nothing. Moved another kilometre, nothing! By now, that familiar coldness was beginnin to loom, so moved on. Tried another spot for Eagle Owl, but still nothing ...but then another Tengmalm's Owl! This was a surprise, but even more so was when a Tawny Owl started up too! Not a very common bird in these parts, this served as a fitting conclusion to the night ...zoomed off through the night and back to a warm bed. Red Fox and Roe Deer added on route.


PS sorry its in English again.

but romantic

Nevertheless, fine story Could be a short-stories writer

idomus atvejis is kolegu lenkijoje: vienas zmogelis "rado zvirbline peleda", tai yra girdejo balsa, bet niekaip nepavykdavo pamatyti. viena diena pagaliau priselino, ir pamate ...zvirblines peledos balsa tobulai megdziojanti keksta

Interesting story from Poland: "...My friend living close to the site tried to find the Owl and visited the place regularly. At last yesterday he solved the mystery. He saw one of the Jays giving that whislting call of the Pygmy Owl. It was perfectly imitated, impossible to tell from a true Pygmy Owl! Let's keep this in mind!..."

Vakarą, naktį ir Vėlykų rytą su Elmaru skersai išilgai prazondavome Biržų girią, tikėjausi kad išgirsime žvirblinę, bet deja nei vieno garselio ...oras buvo fantastiškas...vienoje girios kirtavietės aikštelėje pusvalandį spoksojome į lėtai pro belapes medžių viršūnes kylantį didžiulį mėnulį ir tyvuliuojantį pažeme rūką, nedažnai tokią grožybę išvysi...prisiviliojome namines, pavyko neblogai įrašyti patelės švilpčiojimą. Strazdai konkuruoja giesmių mandrystėmis, bet juodasis ko gero geresnis "giesmininkas", negu tas pasisavinęs vardą
Elmaras tikras Biržų girios ekskursijų vadovas, va šitoje vietoje sako išgirsime meletą, ten jerubes pamatysime, o va čia baltasis kiškis turi bimbinėti... akurat ...na vienžo, trūksta žodžių
Ačiū tau Elmarai

o uraliniu irgi negirdejote??

Tai kad nėra už ką , man ir pačiam dar tas mėnulis akyse stovi , o ir rytas ... , čia tau rekia dėkot , tikrai būčiau to nemates .

Ne, uralinių negirdėjome

Tai kad gal vaikus peri , žvirblinės irgi itartinai tylios , o uralinės jau prieš mėnesį štukas krėtė , ar nebus nurime . Pamiršau parašyti , aptikau m. apuokų buveinę , pirma išgirdau , po to ir išvamų radau , neūkė tik kitus garsus leido , buvo kurtai 16 valanda .