"Yes - she saw an otter". "Oh yes - the bittern tapped me on the shoulder and asked for a light". That is how the day felt - I dipped out on the stars of the show, but still it was a great day in the sunshine anyway.
The Somerset Levels spoil you - you expect too much sometimes. The bitterns were booming, but I didn't see any inspite of a long vigil. However I had a fantastic view of a marsh harrier and watched some great hobby aerial acrobatics.
The hobbies are back and that is a sure sign that summer is almost upon us. One hobby grabbed a butterfly whilst it was busy chasing another. It made short work of it, ripping off its wings, which fell to the ground, while the bird feasted mid-flight.
A cuckoo was heard for the first time this year also, and could be seen perching a long way off in a willow tree.
Some parents already had young such as the great-crested grebe and the graylag geese.
Proud and protective parents
White-throat showing where its name comes from...
Who's shell is this...?