There’s Snow business like . . ?
Arriving at Salthouse beach car park, I noticed several serious photographers at the eastern side. One of them had been scattering his seed from a large container, with no little success: half a dozen Snow Buntings were feeding, with the marauding Turnstones occasionally scaring them away. Many thanks for the nice shot I was able to take.
Wells held up to 8 Bullfinches (when doesn’t it?), although they were mostly elusive and flighty- therefore, probably ‘ours’. However, one of them called on a deeper note, with a tone that I could not quite recall. It was nothing like tootling, being a different, descending peeoo but, possibly, a Scandinavian call.
A Woodcock fled from the Dell, a Fieldfare flew over, but nothing else of note (!).
