Nice and bright, but Storm Imogen (or whatever she’s called) was already starting to flex her muscles when I got out this morning and after a quick call in to Marshside I buzzed over to Mere Sands to stake out the feeding stations to try to get to the bottom of this photography mullarkey, with varying degrees of success.
I doubt I’ll ever sort out my ISOs from me f-stops…but it’s fun trying.
Bullfinch on a plate as usual, with singing Goldcrest and dozing Goosanders out on the water.
From there, and with the wind strengthening, Martin Mere was inevitable – as were Whoopers, the hunting Barn Owls, and the “now you see me, now you don’t” Tawny Owl, Tree Sparrows, Ruff etc.
Groundhog Days on the mosses ain’t so bad.