After a lousy day at work a stroll around the patch was just what I needed. A calm sunny evening. I parked at Netherstead and walked to the flash. The flash was just wet mud, and contained an invisible calling Green Sandpiper. The invisibility continued as I at last pulled back
Kingfisher, heard only, and also heard the invisible Redstart again.
As I returned to Netherstead it occurred to me I hadn't photographed anything. The moon was showing well so I decided to aim at it and photograph the first bird flying past it. Ten seconds later something did. Click.
I looked through my bins to see what it was. It was a
Little Egret. Good grief.
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| Getting closer |
It flew languidly towards me. I thought about looking at it again but the photo opportunity was too good to miss.
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| 85. Little Egret |
For some reason it was flying with its bill open. Cooling down I suppose.
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| Into the sunset |
It continued its westerly journey as a silhouette heading for the bright lights of Redditch.
Oh, and I found my mobile phone....on the back lawn.
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