A beautiful, still day so I headed off to Leighton Moss to see if I could remember the waders I learned to recognise last winter. I’d forgotten shelducks, but there were plenty of teal, wigeon, lapwings, redshanks, shovelers and pintails (longish necks, and heads dipped in milk chocolate).
The star turn was the bearded tits; I did like the Frank Zappa moustache.
I also liked seeing the “garden birds” in the wild; the nuthatch, which seems like such a polite diner on the bird-feeder, was a territorial bully when it came to seeking out insects in a tree trunk hollow.
So many lovely sights: