Thursday January 6
Dull and overcast but dry. Scanning a flock of Wigeon, rather distant, feeding actively amongst clumps of dried sedge type grass, Pam was first to see the American Wigeon when it raised its head in view.
Scanning the flock of several hundred Dark-bellied Brent - again - and failing to find a Black Brant when, we were again scuppered by a flying object. A metal one this time, a loud and low single-engined plane from Weybourne we assumed. It seemed to enjoy puitting up birds. It made several passes, disturbing a flock of about 3,000 Pink-feet which seemed to fill the sky above and around us. The Brent totally disappeared, none along Beach Road, flew to Wells or Blakeney I should think.
A cup of hot chocolate from the van at Salthouse to accompany our packed lunch whilst watching the Turnstones, Common Gulls and Teal feeding on the grain the drinks man had spread for the Snow Bunting. The flock of 17 Snowies flew by along the shingle bank but didn't stop.
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