Went to Rainham. Saw these.
Didn't nearly get the killer shot I'd have wanted, given that they were, for bearded tits, quite showy. But it was bloody freezing, I was shooting through moving reeds and the birds tended to spend all their time with their backs to us, face down and arse up.
Not a lot else around though - couple of snipe, couple of green sands, a good number of pintail (for Rainham), a single stonechat and a lot of ice.
Back at home, I've had three long overdue flat ticks in the last couple of days, starting with a dunnock in the carpark yesterday. Never been so excited about a dunnock. With this mornings high tide, eight grey plover were knocking around with a few lapwings, a redshank and three dunlin and looking up towards Grays itself a distant coot finally made the list. Across the river we had an oystercatcher and a couple of turnstones while a single kittiwake went downriver with a ship. For the location, far more interesting birds than we had at Rainham...
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| What a badly cropped picture this is. |
Anyway, this will probably be my last ever blog post, as according to the news we're due an apocalyptic snowfall any second now. It's apparently going to be as cold as -6 and we might even see 5 centimetres of snow...
Well, either this is the end of the world as we know it, or the collective media's Hyperbole Machine (tm) has gone into snow-driven overdrive.
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