Weekend drizzle and a hunt for some Ducks

Not the hoped for Raptor fest at Surlingham on Sunday, not a lot of anything infact. Wood's End is/was where it's at: 12 Mute Swans, the Lapwing flock, Common and Black-headed Gulls and the mixed feral Goose flock.
The lagoon held a single Mute Swan, but Teal could be heard in the dykes. Awaiting Raptors on the hill, it began to rain, then snow. I headed back to the car, as the church bells tolled and families rushed to the service inside, snow falling harder now. A proper Christmas scene!
Today, temperatures still around 1 degrees celsius, I spent the morning searching for scarce Ducks in the Broads. Began at an icy Barton, where I enjoyed Goldeneye, Teal, Gadwall, Tufted and Mallard. Best of all, a Bittern flew low across the water.
Driving back through Neatishead, I saw the white flash of Bullfinch backside. Slowing down, I watched a male feeding. What a cracking bird.
I then tried Hoveton Little Broad. Less Ducks here, same species as Barton. A Marsh Tit was with its Blue and Great cousins. The icy ground and bare trees reminded me of Estonia, and it is nice to know that the solitude and wilderness of that country can be found closer to home.

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Grey Phalarope- a new patch bird

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A change is as good as a rest

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Claxton-on-sea!

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