Friday, August 20, 2010
Dorney
At six-thirty this morning two Cetti's warblers were vocal around the boardwalk area on the wetlands. As I walked downstream a greenshank flew over the south bank and up the river, landing on the tip of an island long enough to allow me a record shot. At the other end of the island, a snipe was feeding.
A cruising hobby sent the swallows into hysterics - but I couldn't see the three swifts that were here last night.