Two Hours Spare
Tuesday January 30 A rainy and dismal morning, we stayed indoors. After lunch, we drove to Morston. At the near edge of the car park pool, a Greenshank flew away as soon as we saw it, alarmed into flight by the calls from two Redshanks - the ''wardens of the marsh''. No chance for a photo. It flew strongly away downstream, we expected to find it on Redshank bend, plenty of its namesake, as usual, not the hoped for bird. The fast ebbing water in front of the Blakeney Hotel had our first Lesser Black-backed Gull of the year. Blakeney duck Pond was full of Mallard and nothing else. Bird Flu has killed all the exotic ducks and geese which have been here for years. I miss them. I couldn't resist taking a photo of a Kestrel, silhouetted against the marsh, steadfastly refusing my pleas to look at me. Then it did - I discovered when I downloaded my shots. The photo is a triumph of editing - from dark outline to colour. As we drove along Leatherpool Lane, a Merlin overto...