Monday 17 February 2020

Now automated

Monday, February 17

Storm Dennis has passed through without causing us any damage - apart from the unplanned electricity failure yesterday morning which messed up my PC - again. Daile fixed it to-night. It's very good of him to come so promptly.  He left with Pam's laptop to attempt an increase in speed and storage. She does have rather a lot of photos on it.
A beautiful morning, 8C and the sun shining from a uniformly blue sky, we set off for Buckingham. The weather forecast promised rain by the afternoon, which hastened our breakfast and departure. 
Yes, we were right. Work has finished and the level crossing is now unmanned and automatic. No more doling out Werthers to the crossing gate openers as a thanks for the bother. Have they all been made redundant?
Still a very strong, blustery breeze, the birds were keeping low. No passerines along the track and what looked like an empty marsh - until I scoped it. At least 3,0000 Golden Plover in a long and deep line in the distance.
Two Chinese Water Deer, a flock of Lapwing, Starlings, Mute Swans, a few Greylag and a few more Canada Geese were the only birds on the eastern side of the track down to the hide and, the Fishermen's car park.
As we parked at the end, a Water Pipit flew over, calling, before landing in the marsh.
The western side of the track where there is a sizeable pool - and a lot of standing water - was full of birds. Mainly Wigeon, looking very handsome in their fresh breeding plumage.
That tower is wonky...........




Assiduous scanning saw a few Shoveller, Teal, Shelduck and Mallard appear, interspersed with the whistling horde.
A further scan revealed two white male Ruff, a Redshank and more Lapwing, their crests blown into crazy shapes by the wind. This one showed the best colour despite the unwanted Sedge intrusion.


On to Great Yarmouth Sealife Centre. Oh dear, it's Half Term. Everywhere was swarmiing with families, including the Med Gull beach. As we arrived, a flock of about a dozen Mediterranean Gulls flew off, spooked by dogs and children running at them. 
A leisurely drive home with a late lunch eaten overlooking the sea at Scratby (not a nice name), added Cormorant, Buzzard and a hunting Barn Owl to the day's totals.The promised rain was spattering the windscreen, the sky a gunmetal grey. We'd certainly had the best of the day.


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