
Recent sketches from my pocket sketchbook, colour mostly added later. Sometimes I’ll take a photograph for colour reference but with these I’ve added the colour as I remember it.

Richard Bell's nature sketchbook since 1998

Recent sketches from my pocket sketchbook, colour mostly added later. Sometimes I’ll take a photograph for colour reference but with these I’ve added the colour as I remember it.


A drake mallard stood resting by the duck pond in Thornes Park this morning. This was the only bird that didn’t move much during the whole time that I was there but I still found it difficult to draw get the correct proportion of head to body. With each drawing I started with the head but by the time I’d drawn the body I’d find myself coming back to redraw the head.
I couldn’t resist adding colour, which immediately made my sketches more mallard-like.

I drew birds in our back garden in the afternoon and, as with the mallard, added colour to each one as I went along.

The stock dove was an unusual visitor, smaller than the wood pigeon but quite capable of chasing it off, reaching out as if threatening to peck it. By the time they’d got down to the edge of the pond the wood pigeon gave up and flew away, leaving the stock dove to return to foraging beneath the bird feeders.

Taking a break on our return from Northumberland at Washington Wildfowl and Wetland Trust.


Happy birthday to John, who waited for five hours for the black-browed albatross to show up at Bempton but was then rewarded with a flypast at eye-level.

Thanks to a sharp-eyed birdwatcher we met at RSPB St Aidan’s this morning we’re on to species number 74 on our year list: a common scoter, a black drake, not much bigger than the black-headed gull dotted around it on the lagoon.

Plenty of noise from the black-headed gullery in the centre of the reserve.





We almost gave up on this morning’s walk at RSPB Fairburn Ings as the rain seemed to be setting in but as it was so quiet there we were able to get good views of two roe deer, grazing just 50 yards from the Roy Taylor trail. This was the best of my iPhone shots, on the others they were heads down, white rumps towards us.
The reeds festooning the trees are an indication of flood levels but this morning most of the paths had dried out.
Confession time: the Parliament of Crows is a collage of four photographs. There were more crows than shown here but I couldn’t get them all to pose together for their group photograph.




In the formal pond at Harlow Carr a carrion crow picks a newt from amongst water plants.




Hellebores on the Winter Walk and in the woodland.

A wood pigeon perches on the shed roof then swoops down to the lawn to chase off another pigeon that has just landed, chasing it around beneath the bird feeders with a menacing waddle punctuated with short jumps. The second pigeon soon realises that it isn’t going to get any peace and flies off.
I like drawing pigeons and that’s just as well because when they fly up from the wood the flock fills our field of vision as they wheel around, well over a hundred of them, probably 200. But we are going to have to net any seedling we plant in the veg beds.

From the trail cam footage, it looks as if we’ve got a pair of wrens roosting. Last year when there was snow on the ground we estimated somewhere between 7 and 11 wrens roosting, all in the nestbox on the left. The nestboxes don’t connect on the inside.
As they settled down there was a lot of flitting between all three holes and the pair seemed particularly interested in the middle hole but they eventually settled on the hole on the left to roost.

The last we see of the wrens on the trail cam is at 7.33 am when one of the wrens appears in the left hand hole and appears to be preparing to leave.
The blue tit arrives an hour later and makes a careful inspection of the first two nest holes, but doesn’t go in.

The roosting wrens are back, but how many of them are now crowding into the nestbox on the patio each evening? I’ve set up the trail cam, precariously mounted on a gorilla pod attached to Barbara’s dad’s cultivator which is fixed in the patio parasol stand, which itself it standing on the patio table.
Hope it works. At least my camera hasn’t put them off because as I write this just after sunset, Barbara tells me the wrens have already started to appear.
Drawn on my iPad in Clip Studio Paint, colour by the Clip Studio ‘colorize’ option. Not as camouflaged as the actual camera, but the cultivator does have orange prongs.