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SWT Redgrave and Lopham Fen and RSPB Buckenham Marshes

Redgrave and Lopham Fen is moreorless halfway between my place in Norwich and my parent's home down in Suffolk. On route for a catch up and mothing session (more of that later) I stopped off for a walk around the home of the rare Fen Raft Spider.

In the wind and the drizzle I saw very little, but the sightings board spoke of good birds including Hobbies, Breeding Barn Owls, Cuckoos and Bearded Tits. I completed the short red walk shown above, but the full walk is close to 7km. Throw in some winter Finches, Thrushes and Owls and I reckon this is definitely an under-watched site with potential. Great variety of habo ranging rom broad leaved woodland, carr woodland, Fen, marsh and meadow.

Good trapping session in Suffolk resulted in the following:
Orange Moth
Poplar Hawk 2
Mother of Pearl c10
Riband Wave c10
Common Carpet
Yellow Tail
Brown Tail
Dingy Footman
Common Footman
Dot Moth
Common Wainscott
Grey Dagger?
Common Rustic
Dark Arches
Scalloped Oak
Clouded Border 2

 Poplar Hawk and Grey Dagger
Scalloped Oak, what a beauty!

Back in Norfolk, and Buckenham Marshes this morning was decent. Surely more rare to turn up here before Autumn is over and out. Great Wader haul:

Wood Sandpiper 1
Green Sandpiper 3
Common Sandpiper 1
Greenshank 2
Redshank 1
Dunlin 2 (ad and juv)
Ringed Plover
Common Snipe 2
Also Hobby and Little Egret of note.

Finally, 2 Common Sandpiper on the patch at the end of last month were a year tick. Ta.

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  1. Ben Moyes2 August 2012 at 08:00

    A good day out there Jim, and I reckon that was the Wood Sandpiper that had been at Buckenham for a little while. When we went to Redgrave, we saw the Raft Spiders after some key eyes from myself! Speak to you soon. Ben.

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