Sunday 29 March 2015

It was a wet and windy day. A Carrion Crow was having difficulty holding on to the edge of a reed raft.

Blondie's mate lost his footing when a wave broke on shore and crashed into her.

The Goldeneye was perfectly happy tossing up and down in the rough water. She was at the east end of the lake as usual.

The Scaup had moved back to the reed bed near the Diana fountain, along with most of the Tufted Ducks. It was a more sheltered place than their usual station on the opposite shore.

On the lee side of a reed raft, the Moorhens nesting there enjoyed taunting a Coot from the safety of the wire cage.

On the posts near Peter Pan a pair of Lesser Black-Backed Gulls were having a disagreement with a Herring Gull, for no reason that I could understand. There was a good deal of screaming in the soprano voice of the Herring Gull and the contralto of the Lesser Black-Backs.

Finally they got so angry that one of the Lesser Black-Backs jumped up and knocked the Herring Gull off its post.

The female Little Owl was in the tree just up the hill from her nest tree. The first time I went past she retreated inside as soon as she saw me. But when I came back later she had emerged and resigned herself to being photographed yet again.

No one has yet found where the Tawny Owls are spending the day.

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