A Black Necked Grebe in summer plumage bobbed it's way along the back shore and back towards Four Balls Farm the unmistakeable bugling of Cranes drew my eyes to the horizon and I quickly picked up a first and then a second winging their way East.
Later in the day I headed to the woods with the family. At Lynford there were Firecrests vocal and singing as the sun broke through the thinning cloud. It's a joy to have these beautiful sprytes with stripes close to home, better than any Siberian phyllosc in my book.
A couple of Hawfinch, a Goshawk and Woodlark made up the remains of a great day. Spring springing all around. The pond where Mandarin stood on ice just a few weeks ago was, today, heaving with hundreds of frogs, cacophonous in chorus, while a Nuthatch proclaimed territory high above.
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