The narrow lanes are softly paved with the shredded remains of hazel hedges where the flail mower has passed. The valley lies more broadly flooded than before, beneath a dark and rainy sky.
Duck numbers seem to be down, but it’s hard to tell, because, once flushed, they settle so quickly. Small groups of Mallard, Teal, Wigeon, Shoveler and Gadwall (120, 50, 30, 50 & 24 respectively) were constantly in circulation, thanks to a boldly marked f Marsh Harrier. Then, among the rushing wings, arrived a high-speed Peregrine which made a couple of half-hearted feints at Teal before circling up against the grey cloud until, down by the railway line, it found a Buzzard to irritate. At this point, a second Peregrine appeared and they made off together up the valley.
2 Water Pipits were the first definite ones I’ve seen here, repeatedly flying over, calling, at the edge of the flood.
There were good numbers of Redwings, Fieldfares and Blackbirds, but only 1 Reed Bunting, most of these having presumably headed off for the market garden at Snailham or birdfood fields further over.