A week off work in the homelands. The Fen was lively with the thrum of summer, handsome buntings belting it out from their chosen perches.
On the Wildspace Marsh Harriers widely ranging across the site and straying over the town and parks.
Out on the Washes Cranes wandered and bugled indiscreetly while Swifts tore across the cradge bank, wings screaming past my ears. A Wall Brown, hen's teeth around these parts, skipped along a chosen pathway.
Further afield a well timed trip to Strumpshaw Fen was rewarded with lots of Swallowtails and Norfolk Hawkers. How long until these beauties make a return to the Cambridgeshire Fens? Within my lifetime I hope.
