Friday, September 30, 2011
At Dorney Wetlands yesterday evening the farmer was baling up the cut grass, and the scene looked set to attract migrating chats.
So I went down early this morning, but not early enough to beat several dog walkers and the farmer himself, who'd returned to wrap up his bales in black plastic. And not a chat in sight!
However, the walk wasn't without its compensations. A sedge warbler popped up in the first reed-bed from the car park, and its call was answered by another, unseen bird. To me it sounded like "tek".
Near the weir, I had good views of a Cetti's warbler at the base of a tree, bowing and tail-cocking and muttering while a second bird was vocal nearby. In fact, I heard five (possibly six) Cetti's along the river, four of them singing.
I now have a horribly sore throat; and as Greger has bronchitis, it looks as though there'll be no walking this weekend. :o(
// posted by Christine @ 9:27 AM 
