This lone Goosander (with three Tufted Ducks) was on Blackhill Quarry pool when I arrived shortly after 4pm. By the time I left, at 1645, 19 birds (all redheads) had flown in to roost. The soundtrack to this evening's short vigil was mostly gunfire and shouting from the marines, interspersed with Dartford Warbler calls, the odd 'chack' from a Fieldfare and, latterly, several Snipe as they moved from daytime resting positions for their night-time feed.
A Bloxworth Snout, disturbed from our wood pile.
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