On arrival, the orange wind sock was drooping as a result of the windless conditions, and the water was millpond-like. A disabled persons' sailing group had just finished so I wondered if that would affect the birds present. The twenty or so black terns from Thursday had vanished, though I was pleased to spot a single sanderling and a couple of dunlins on the causeway. The greylag goslings are also growing quickly and there was another brood of mallards on the water.
I ventured down to the Pinkhill hide, where there was just a heron and a coot to be seen, then wandered down to the river where a reed warbler came into full view at quite close proximity to where I stood.
I got into conversation with someone who told me how to get to a second hide on the site, which I visited, only a few mallards on the water but lots of warblers singing in the bushes and shrubs surrounding it. I didn't stay for long as it was becoming quite humid and there was a threat of thunder showers - which didn't actually materialise - but it was time to get home anyway.
dunlin above and below
sanderling
reed warbler
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