“When access allowed, do not touch any military debris, it may explode and kill you”.
After a quick diversion to confirm the Long Eared Owl and Turtle Dove filled glory days are sadly behind Killingholme Haven (although wintering Avocets are a new one on me here), I left the car storage yards behind and drove south along the Lincolnshire Wolds to Donna Nook, in no mood to feel rueful.
The vast marsh and shore was grey and dreary, but quiet as military exercises appeared to be suspended for the festive season.
I’m all for Christmas ceasefires.
However the place was very busy with families enjoying the Grey Seal pups, which clearly scored high on the Xmas cute scale.
I walked away from the main viewing area and headed north past groups of Yellowhammer and Reed Buntings.
The well-marked Black Brant was distant, but fairly obvious amongst 2-300 dark-bellied Brents (look at the size of that neck collar), and it made a change searching through Brents as opposed to the Pinkies at home.
Presumably this is the bird that pitches up with its hybrid brood across the water at Spurn too?
I don’t remember the collar being as big on that one.
I snatched a long distance record shot in the murk, then walked on.
Peregrine and Merlin were perched up not too far out and parties of Twite bounced about.
Donna Nook is much like Taggs Island really, except with added explosives and Grey Seals.
The wintering flock of Snow Buntings were nowhere to be seen, which was a pain.
I suspect they had flown just down the coast and out of sight into an area without access, but I’m sure they’ll be back again.
As the light faded I scoped the GBBs gorging on the casualties from another successful Grey Seal breeding season.