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Weekend Ramblings minus a twist

Saturday afternoon was as is often the case, spent at Surlingham. Very quiet on site, and whilst I love being out around dusk I must at least try to go earlier next week to pick up some passerines. The geese at Wood's End were noticeably absent, although 4 Canadas flew over once I was back at the car. Beyond the hides where the turn off for the Ferry Pub meets the track, a Barn Owl was hunting and I was able to obtain some cracking views.
Magpies and in particular Jays appear to thrive at Surlingham, so a noisy group of Magpies at first did little to excite on route back to the car. However, a closer look revealed a total of 38 Magpies at a pre-roost gathering. I am unsure whether they remained in that spot to roost, although they seemed content enough, despite being dive-bombed by what was presumably a local Sparrowhawk. A Meadow Pipit over was a year tick.
Yesterday, and a casual trip out to one or two of the broads. Wroxham was full of Black Headed Gulls, a few Great Crested Grebes, Tufted Duck, Pochard and a Siskin called overhead, but sadly nothing of real interest could be found. Barton Broad was a little better, over 10 Goldeneye here and a Marsh Harrier hunting.
A quick stop at Happisburgh and a Grey Seal was at sea, and 2 skeins of Pink-Footed Geese called noisily overhead.
Pleased to hear that a Ferruginous Duck was found at Cockshoot; after the pleasure the pain- why did we not go there?! That could have been me!

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  1. Tim Allwood17 January 2011 at 12:19

    Hi Jim

    There was a hybrid Ferruginous on Cockshoot last year - clearly different to the gen bird noted at several sites over the past couple of years.

    The broad is seldom checked so it may well be the same one.

    Tim

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  2. Jim19 January 2011 at 12:07

    Cheers for that Tim, I'll have to have a look round some of the 'quieter' Broads myself soon.

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