A family jaunt round Arundel WWT today. And it was a lot quieter than I thought it might be too, everyone must have been up the shops instead, mugs the lot of them. There wasn't really all that much wild wildfowl around either, at least to my eyes, but I'm never really sure what's in the collection and what's just jumped in over the fence. Anyhow, top moment of the day was standing outside the long-tailed duck and scoter enclosure and catching a burst of motion out of the corner of my eye coming from over the carpark. Whacked my binoculars up to my eyes and see this shape hurtling low across reserve, really bloody fast and accelerating all the time. No way was my finger fast enough on the poxy focus wheel - when I do finally get a decent view, the only damn thing I can see is a streaked coppery brown breast filling up the entire bloomin' view and I realise the bird is only about a dozen yards away from my face. Drop the bins and watch a juvenile peregrine slam low and hard into a flock of feral pigeons that rise too slowly from feeding on the spilt grain by the red-breasted geese. Dunno if the raid was successful - every other bird that could fly was going up all over the place and the whole flock of pigeons, peregrine and all, just went barrelling over the top of the hedge like a sprinter clipping a hurdle at full tilt. Amazing stuff.
Aside from that and all of the gorgeous, pouting beauties in the collection, we had an easy grey wagtail from the cafe at lunch and a kingfisher hanging around by the queue for the vole patrol (apparently it had been fishing off the restaurant roof the day before, right in front of the big window). Also what appeared to be a firecrest by itself in the trees on the boardwalk, just by the bench near the reedbed installation. You do sort of doubt your own eyes when you've been willing a tiny twittering shape in the trees to be something dead good and then after struggling to pin it down you get a definite white streak above an eye smeared with eyeliner. Would love to make a definite ID on this one but my excuse was the blighter wouldn't stop flippin' moving and, more pressingly, I had a tetchy toddler repeatedly trying to headbutt me in the nuts. And I wasn't allowed back for a good look afterwards, harumph! So if anyone's over that way soon eyes peeled because I'd love to know for sure.
Other nice bit - a very trusting robin eating raisins from my hand, also along the boardwalk.