I headed straight for the Cordite area and quickly picked up a singing Chiffchaff. At the feeders, the Brown rats were putting on a show (funny how in a totally natural setting, these rodents retain a certain ahhh factor as they busied themselves picking up seed and chaff from the feeders.
This area is a hotbed of action. Great Tits, Blue Tits, Chaffinches, Collared Doves and Reed Buntings all commute in to the feeders, taking turns and jumping away when the next bird is due. If I did’t know better, I would think they have a ticket system like you see at the deli counter at Tesco.
I made my way round the circuit not seeing too much until I got to the Butts Hide. I knew a couple of Little Ringed Plovers had arrived and it wasn’t long before I picked one up on a small mud island close to the hide. then, as if by magic, a Water Pipit flew down beside it. Thank you God!
|Pull out of that one Peewit.|
Finally, I conjured up a resting Snipe at the water’s edge and a drake Pintail showing off its fantastic plumage to bring an end to a great day or so I thought.
A footnote: The best thing about Rainham Marshes isn’t any bird or animal it’s a human nature. And by this I mean the people who run the show. Well no, the person who runs the show, Howard Vaughan to be precise. I watched him point out Rock Pipits to some of the punters before collaring him about my bird race total which was out of date. Not only did he check my species list, he then pointed me in the direction of at least three species my team needed almost from where we stood. The man is a the magic that is Rainham Marshes.