Other than the magical bird song the walk down to the estuary was fairly uneventful. I'd also mistimed the tide and there was more water in the river than I expected leading to a dearth of dabbling wildfowl. I had three hundred Golden Plovers on the estuary and that was probably the only thing of note.
On the reservoir were 23 Tufted Ducks, six Coots, a Great Crest Grebe, seven Goldeneyes, five Pochards and a Little Grebe.
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Seven Goldeneyes
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Male Goldeneye
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Male Tufted Duck
It was a fairly quiet walk back to the car with only four Stock Doves to add to my notebook. I then picked Gail up and took her for her annual treat of willow planting at the obs. We planted up an existing ride and then planted up a new net ride where I will target Meadow Pipits during the spring and autumn, if the wind ever stops blowing! Next week will be another treat for Gail, carrying out our annual maintenance check on Pied Flycatcher and Tree Sparrow boxes. What a lucky girl!
Gail 'enjoying' (?) her treat at the Obs!
2 comments:
Interesting read,I think the wild life can read the weather better than we can, and are telling us, that a long last change is on the way. I hear the first Wheatears have been seen down South.
all the best Gordon.
Thanks Gordon. That's good news re the Wheatears. I usually expect ours round about 12th March.
Cheers,
Seumus
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