You could call it going for a walk about Slapton Ley, but when everyone's toting optics and the star turn was this;
Marsh Harrier, 2cy
Derrrrr-dun........Derrrr-dun
Dun-dun dun-dun
dun-dun dah-da
Ahem.
[Yup, even a flight shot; just look at that keel!]
[[Ok, the Mute Swan photobombed it, but considering how hard my camera tried to stop me getting anything...]]
Slightly better flight shot,
"Worship my fringes!"
Yes, Rooks are pretty.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
No, it is one.
Really!
[C'mon, look; cattle!]
The wind was a bit nippy, and it got all drizzly [bad weather forecasters, naughty weather forecasters, telling lies again; sunshine my ar-] late on. Oh, and the Goldeneye were hiding [and where's a Bittern when you want one, eh?]
But seriously, it was all rather fun, even if my gingernuts came out as gingerchews...* [Though to be fair, they tasted ok, which is what really matters.] That the Marshie came by as we were sat in a lovely and very sheltered spot was just wonderful timing. [We may have sat there some time, but well, you know how it is :) ]. And yes, I did do some counting [!]; there were 59 Wigeon in Ireland Bay.
And finally, a little more Spring;
Daffydowndilly!
Be Seeing You...
[[* I followed Mary Berry's recipe exactly, too. Tut and double tut. Come back Deliah, all is forgiven!]]