The weather was cold and grey; having the sugar factory here means we're all used to Sulphur Dioxide fogs and orange skies. No butterflies on the wing today, and definitely no hirundines yet. Still there were plenty of things to see; sporty mallards, the first spring cowslips, the "tseeeping" blue tits in the trees, and everywhere there was a tree of any kind, the sound of singing chiff chaffs.
|Coot on a nest|
|Moorhen nest, the moorhen in question had just vacated|
|Hissing greylag goose next to Balderton Lake|
|A bower of sorts on Clay Lane|