I called in at North Cave Wetlands yesterday, to see what was about. Avocets were sitting on eggs and, in the absence of marsh harriers, may hopefully raise a brood (avocet chicks, fluffy and long-legged, are a sight to gladden the stoniest heart). Half a dozen terns were wheeling around. Their flight is lazy and loping, until they spot a fish and dive. A stoat carried its young - known as kits - one by one into the woods: a sight which left the couple next to me in a state of rapture. The best sighting was a black-necked grebe, in summer plumage, just like in the photo, with a fan of golden feathers on both sides of the head. It was swimming near little grebes and great crested grebes, which gave a good indication of size. They dive constantly, but with no apparent effort; one second they’re swimming, then suddenly there’s just a widening ripple (Pic by RickenMon, Creative Commons)...
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