Another early start, before the sun was up properly, but grey and overcast, so flat light again just for a change.
At least now I know why they are called Black Tailed Godwits. She doesn't look very happy (or well) at all. He was strutting his stuff and 'looking after her', on patrol. A Little Grebe disappeared off into the reeds on arrival, then again, they always do. A pair of dunnock called by and the Shelduck were in evidence. A Grey Heron feeding at the margins. Redshank too and one female mallard has eleven young with her. The ever present Coot was feeding a newborn. The 'cow' image gives one some idea of scale! A male Linnet keeping a lookout from the vantage point and declaring his territory by song.