In the garden there was a lot of activity in the ponds. The top pond has had a good clear out and look a bit bare, but it did really need doing. Because of that it is easy to see the growing frog tadpoles and more interestingly quite a few newts, almost certainly Common Newts.
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In the bottom pond the first of the Large Red Damselflies are now out. This is a widespread and common species that is often found in garden ponds.
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After wasting the afternoon watching two sub-standard football games, the cup final was really disappointing, I decided to have a look at Worth Marshes where a Montague's Harrier had been seen yesterday, but there was no sign today. At
Restharrow Scrape three
Shelducks were feeding. One took a rest on the nearest island despite being scolded by the resident Lapwings.
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On the same island an
Oystercatcher was sitting tight and it was joined by a second bird that flew in.
Oystercatchers are noisy creatures, and this one was no exception, giving it piping display and that strange animated march that is so characteristic.
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The Lapwing meanwhile took exception to one of the Mute Swans that came to close, and continually dived-bombed it. I could really understand why, the swan, like the General
Belgrano, was sailing away. Nor could I really understand why the Swan seemed to panic at the attentions of such a comparatively small combatant.
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Just outside the hide a pair of Corn Buntings flew in and one stayed a while, calling, not singing, sitting on a post close to the path to the hide.
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As the sun began to set the aggressive Lapwing was on the offensive again, this time leaving the scrape to see of a threatening Herring Gull. It was a pleasant end to the day, but like the cupfinal, it lacked any real drama.
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