Very quiet on the birding scene.
this pied wagtail had Singleton lagoon to itself. Marshland had more birds
This marsh harrier had some new prey to hunt
a large flock of golden plover were in a ploughed field near the reserve.
Pink feet flying over the reserve early morning
they were in the stubble fields near the reserve, but the fields have now been ploughed so the geese have further to travel, I guess it won't be long before they fly to Norfolk. Regular reports on twitter about whooper swans, but I have not seen any this autumn yet. I am always reminded of the poem by William Butler Yeats "The Wild Swans at Coole"
The trees are in their autumn beauty
The woodland paths are dry
Under the October twighlight the water
Mirrors on a still sky
Upon the brimming water amongst the stones
Are 9 and fifty swans..........................
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