Barn Owl hunting over the water meadow
There were no swans at all on the lake this afternoon, neither Mute nor Whooper. There were hardly any ducks either, just a dozen Tufted, a few Gadwall and the male Pochard. I spent half an hour by the reed bed and was delight to hear, and then briefly glimpse, the Cetti’s Warbler. At least one Water Rail was squealing nearby and the Barn Owl was quartering the water meadow. A Little Egret dropped in on Scarrow Beck, below the Dam. Not a bad afternoon.