On a cold and breezy Sunday morning, with rain in the forecast I didn't fancy Morton Bagot, so opted for Earlswood Lakes which I reasoned might host something storm-blown, and therefore rare.
An hour after my arrival reality had set in, and the best birds on show were five Goosander at the far end of Terry's, and a calling Chiffchaff from bushes on the east side of Engine.
Luckily, my sister had invited me for a coffee at nearby Tidbury Green so I was able to spend the last half-hour sitting in the warm watching her bird feeders. Previously I had missed the regularly visiting pair of Ring-necked Parakeets, but today my timing was spot-on.
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| The male |
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| The female |
This wasn't all either. A partially leucistic Jackdaw was followed by a much finer corvid. The Jay is generally a nightmare to photograph. When I'm wandering around the countryside they spot you a mile off and rarely allow anything more than a rubbish record shot as they prepare to disappear.
From the comfort of a sitting room on the other hand, this particular Jay was practically posing and irresistible.
I doubt I'll ever beat that.
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