It was sunny, but there was a stiff breeze. The first images were taken from the hide at Coombe Heath.
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| Sika |
She's trying to pick up my scent, but I'm downwind...
... and she continues her way through the reeds.
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| Linnet |
I left the hide and made my way back across the heath. The air was rich with the beautiful perfume of the gorse.
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| Sika |
This young male had not yet shed his antlers. Although most stags on the peninsula had shed theirs and were showing fresh buds, several seemed to be late this year according to regulars.
After my picnic-lunch and some hot chocolate I made my way through the woods to the salt marshes by Shipstal Point. The tide was just about at its lowest, but a solitary Little Egret was making the most of what water there was in a tiny rivulet.
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| Changing position |
