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Great White Egret, Buckenham

An Sunday evening trip to Buckenham Marshes in hope of Raptors heading to roost yielded an unexpected Great White Egret, initially seen at 4pm over the river at Claxton/Rockland Marshes (bird of the year on the patch in terms of 'points') flying strongly across the river towards Strumpshaw before being lost to sight. Real monster in flight, size and long yellow bill leaving me in no doubt as to what I was looking at. Get in! Supporting cast of 3 Barn Owls at Claxton, Marsh Harrier at Buckenham and a superb Corvid roost by the station. And all those Wigeon for company, what a site Buckenham is.

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  1. Ben Lewis26 November 2013 at 07:16

    Congrats on the find Jim!
    I didn't realise you managed to tick it on 'your' side of the patch too, great work!!

    Hopefully it'll reappear soon at Stumpshaw

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  2. Jim26 November 2013 at 10:58

    Cheers Ben. I was on the phone straight away on the off chance you or Matt were at Strumpshaw! It would be nice if it stuck around, bit of variety this winter.
    Jim.

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  3. David Bryant27 November 2013 at 11:19

    I spent a couple of hours looking for the GWE so I could 'claw one back' from Ben - no luck though! Good find, Jim!

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  4. Jim28 November 2013 at 13:54

    I'm surprised it hasn't been seen again David, rarely inconspicuous these monsters! Still, a nice one for the year list which stands out just a little bit. All the best with the conclusion of this year's patching.
    Jim.

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