Nazeing Meads and Lee Valley
One of those crazy Sundays with a quick trip to Nazeing Meads (heavily under-watched) for WeBS followed by a day volunteering at the Bittern Watchpoint.
Nazeing was a little quieter than the past few months tallies. There were still 6 Goldeneye about but only 4 Goosander where as previously I had recorded 12 on two occasions over the winter.
With the mud well and truly splattered up my regulation LVP Cargo pants, I scurried over to Fishers Green for a day of patient Bittern baiting. On top of this, I was also getting to grips with my new (albeit secondhand) Sigma 150mm – 500mm lens which seems to be performing pretty well in the gloom at Nazeing.
Normal service was resuming at Seventy Acres Lake. None had seen the Bittern early doors but a couple of Water Rail were doing the usual warm-up act.
From the bridge, a lone Muntjac clip-clopped over the bridge without any Troll appearing. It then reappeared from the hide giving good views.
So readers, I guess you want the star of the show right?
Well the Bittern took its time to show which was roughly 14.20pm and even then, it was fleeting or clandestine to say the least. But appear it did.
Once again, the new lens seams to be doing its stuff as the bittern sped across the cutting in the reedbed like a frightened chicken but a frightened Bittern would seem to be a more apt description to me.
Nazeing was a little quieter than the past few months tallies. There were still 6 Goldeneye about but only 4 Goosander where as previously I had recorded 12 on two occasions over the winter.
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| Goldeneye |
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| Drake Goosander |
Normal service was resuming at Seventy Acres Lake. None had seen the Bittern early doors but a couple of Water Rail were doing the usual warm-up act.
From the bridge, a lone Muntjac clip-clopped over the bridge without any Troll appearing. It then reappeared from the hide giving good views.
So readers, I guess you want the star of the show right?
Well the Bittern took its time to show which was roughly 14.20pm and even then, it was fleeting or clandestine to say the least. But appear it did.
Once again, the new lens seams to be doing its stuff as the bittern sped across the cutting in the reedbed like a frightened chicken but a frightened Bittern would seem to be a more apt description to me.
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