Nipped down to Marshside at lunch with Ralph and Duncan for yet another ogle at the Bittern today.
Dunc is just back from Tenerife, and understandably fancied catching up with a local carpetbag - and why not?
I think it's great that you can pop in on a reliable local Bittern during lunchbreak....long may the frog killer's stay continue!
(Oddly Duncan's enthusiasm for the Red Crested Pochard wasn't quite so fierce, so we gave a Marine Lake detour a miss - presumably the duck is still about?)
The male Hen Harrier was getting in a state further out from the Bittern on the marsh, probably due to a marauding Merlin, which seemed to be chasing down Skylarks flushed by the larger raptor - harriers really do not like it when the falcons pull this stunt.
Plenty of Pinkies in the murk, but too distant to really grill, although a few Barnacles stood out from the grey horde.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...