An hour or so in the hide at the East end was largely unfruitful apart from views of the resident Marsh Harriers and hundreds of Sand Martins that had been pushed down by the wind. A Swift made a brief appearance as did a single Common Tern (90% it was Common, not Arctic).
I walked back home via the fields to check for Hobby but no luck, however, the summer plumage Red-necked Grebe was there, showing well and quite close in to the south shore. I never realised they have weird feet a la Coot and Moorhen!
Red-necked Grebe with Sand Martin fly past |
As I neared the last field I saw a Kestrel hovering in the wind. It was doing its best to remain stationary but it looked to be fighting a loosing battle and as I closed in it landed on the shore of the Mere and had a drink then perched on a tree stump to regain some strength. It was probably knackered as it was very accomodating and didn't fly off as I fired off a few photos.
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