It was sunny and really quite warm this afternoon - bit of a cool breeze though.
Rather a lack of 'little' birds and really not much to see as I drove along the road, but stopped to have a scan around and the first
Buzzard for a long time lifted up from a fence post beside the forest. Feeling a bit bored, thought I'd count the
Wood Pigeons that were loafing about in the pine trees. Whilst I was doing that, something else flew in and landed on top of one of the pines... odd... mmm.... flew like a
Magpie. By the time I'd got organised with the scope it'd disappeared.
Drove a bit further along to be opposite where I'd seen it and searched again and found the devil lower down in the trees. Why so excited? Well we just don't see Magpies up here very often and it's a first record for the Patch! Not had a new bird for quite a long time now. Two
Oystercatchers flew over.
A couple of
Mistle Thrushes and a few
Meadow Pipits were in the field. So on down to the loch. Mute Swan has gone, just a pair of
Mallards and a
Grey Heron patrolling. Sat for a while with nothing much happening at all, apart from the odd corvid flying over - there were quite a few up on top of the moor though. Then I heard a
Dabchick call... couldn't see it though.
Now I really wanted to go and have a look at the new 'hide' so wondered over there to see what sort of job they'd made of it. Unfortunately, you have to go round the front to get in, so scaring off anything that might be around; it has a double-glazed sliding door. Inside, there's benches all round the edge (it'd seat about 20 people:-O) with a table and moveable seat under a window that looks at 'the tree'! Must say it was rather hot sitting in there, so I slid the door right open (very squeaky) and shifted the seat so I could get some air. At least it let all the flies escape

Heard the Dabchick again, but still no sign.
Enough of that... went back to the car and just enjoyed the quiet and view. Heard a single
Curlew but, again, couldn't see it. Then I saw one... at the far end of the loch a Dabchick finally surfaced and swam to the other side, to join its mate, with some reeds in its beak. So think I may have found where the nest might be this year.
Just as I was about to pack up and leave a
Pied Wagtail flew in and settled beside the hide. A
Buzzard flew around (same one as earlier I don't know but rather think not) and did a fair imitation of a hunting Kestrel!
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