Lesser Whitethroat, the hedge below the dam
After the sea fret yesterday afternoon and the overnight rain I had hoped that there’d be something interesting about this morning. The first thing I noticed was that the juvenile Great Crested Grebe has apparently disappeared, as quickly as it came. I stood at the gate, looking down the rough grazing meadow, below the dam, but there was nothing sitting up on the line of fence posts – except Wood Pigeons that is. The Little Owl was in the usual Ash tree and both Whitethroat and Lesser Whitethroat were in the Hawthorn hedge. As I got to the west end of the dam two Kingfisher flew around the lake calling. I was back indoors by 08.00.