Fog's a bit of a killer for birding. Dave and I flogged around Morton Bagot more in hope than expectation, chuckling that our best bird was a Rabbit. You don't see many here.
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| Bloody fog |
As for actual birds, we had a plan to locate Tony's Jack Snipe in the marsh, but that fell flat when all we disturbed were three Common Snipe. A couple of Stonechat were visible in the murk and a flock of 35 to 40 Siskins flew over. At the flash field we could barely see the nearest flash, but eventually spotted five Mallard and a Teal when they swam out of the gloom.
Creeping through Stapenhill Wood allowed us to marvel at the moss and lichen clinging to the limbs of storm damaged trees, but as we possess all the field craft of a couple of bull elephants we saw no birds of note.
I'd like to think that better days lie ahead.
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