Despite his ability to fall a sleep when ever I speak, Dave has managed to reach the ripe old age of 60 today. Happy Birthday buddy - have a great day. Of course your thinking he don,t look it but rest assured he's been borrowing that face since he was 10. Bless - love him to bits but hell he is ugly.
Did not go out yesterday and will report on my birding walk later.
Seven of us enjoyed the struggle to see anything in the strong westerly winds but sheltering in the hide enabled us to get cracking views of the Red-necked Grebe now sporting its rusty neck and a few duck that have survived the arrival of the fishermen. 6 Shoveler, 5 Goldeneye, 6 Gadwall, 40 Wigeon, 4 Teal and a few Tufted Duck. Unfortunately the wind was to strong to hear any migrants. There was at least one Great-northern Diver off farborough spit and the only other birds of note were a few Meadow Pipits and a Sparrowhawk. Next walk is April 30th - not sure of time but will give you plenty of notice.
Richard
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