Scratching my psychoterratica*

I needed an outdoor hit whatever the weather today, so popped over to Martin Mere in the drizzle.
Quiet, but pleasant enough, with plenty of Pochard, Ruff, Lapwings and about 80 Whoopers as I chatted with Andy Bunting at In Focus.

A busy flock of Fieldfare were rippling through the stubble in the field opposite the entrance, while further down the track the resident Tawny Owl was one soggy, scowling critter today…

Out on the Reedbed Walk I could hear Water Rails, but got not a sniff of the Bittern or Bearded Tits that may still be lingering here.
Andy’s Sand Martin sneaked past me too… ah well, good days, bad days.

*No, I’m not sure what it means either…