Friday, June 14, 2013
On East Marsh, a lapwing chick strides determinedly across what another birder has dubbed Plover Island.
A redshank chick was also there, busily foraging along the water's edge. It was as awkward as ever bending down to watch through the ridiculously placed openings of the hide/screen but I didn't let it spoil a very pleasant half-hour. The common terns objected to the chick's presence when it strayed too close, although they ignored the parents.
Despite the strong wind, it felt like summer at last. The banks of the river are a tangle of daisies, vetches and clovers, and more bumble bees and butterflies were seen than on my last visit. A cuckoo could just be heard above the drone from the motorway.
// posted by Christine @ 3:11 PM 
