The summer lull continues, the yellow wagtails were conspicuous by their absence, as were the snipe. Little egrets glowed with reflected sunlight and seemed whiter than even the mute swan pair that fed, preened and swam gently on one of the small ponds. The long grass cover has been trimmed in many places creating a sort of kestrel heaven where the small furry creatures have fewer places to hide from the sharp eyed. The marsh harriers seemed to be enjoying the bounty alongside their smaller cousins. A single corn bunting rattled his keys at us as we passed by his post and groups of mipits flew up from the road.
The sun was bright, just like July should be, but, as soon as we stepped out of the car, the chilly wind gave us a reminder that autumn isn't far off. Peace reigns on the scrape, quiet feeding or sleeping out of the wind seems to be the order of the day. Groups of avocet and black tailed godwit were roosting far off with one or two redshank mixed in for good measure. Closer to the hide a couple of common sands joined a solitary little ringed plover as he dashed about by the rapidly receding waterline. Obviously a young bird, he was smooth and sleek in excellent feather condition, in total contrast to the dishevelled ringed plover who looked like he needed a well earned rest after raising this year's little'uns.
Back at the car I glimpsed a hobby overhead, watched one or two swallows as they hawked insects over the gravel, late summer treats to be savoured knowing that they'll be gone sooner than we'd all like.
Mike