Despite the weather having been decidedly dodgy all morning, a break
in the drizzle appeared as soon as the introductions were over and an
amble around the site was completed with no-one getting wet (apart from
the numerous ducks in the area)
A number of visitors that were not related to this Motley bunch did wonder
why a number of photographers were peering into a small reed bed from
every angle possible. Those that were intrigued enough to ask were told
of a pair of baby warblers perched within, waiting to be fed by Mum!
Lunch was had and the second circuit was less fortunate with the weather.
One group, who were cooped up in a hide to get away from the rain, were
treated to a number of Great Tits, Coal tits and Blue tits on a couple
of feeders. These birds were then displaced, to the delight of the photogs,
by a Greater spotted woodpecker. This being a much greater prize, the
hide exploded in a cacophony of flashes as they tried to up their shutter
speeds. Shortly after the woody had flown, and the photogs were reviewing
like mad, the place erupted in laughter as the one female snapper in the
hut was heard to say "My tits are better than this woodpecker!"
Back at base, (Base is always the cafeteria, by this time manned by Sharon
(Aunt Sally) and Shirley, for those who don't know) people were arriving
back, and one or two who had to get off departed proclaiming a good day
and requesting details of the next.. Feet were rested as those who were
left arrived back, and, true to tradition, the staff ended up clearing
up aroud us before the final push out of the door.
WWT Arundel had not been easy to find, and more than one of the assembled
had got lost on the way in. "Who knows the way back to the motorway"
went up the cry, and Terry (Boyd-Longley) was identified as the most likely
to get it right. So, a few moments before 5.30pm, when the gates of the
car park closed, five vehicles pulled out one after the other. Bumper
to bumper they passed through the village of Arundel, over traffic lights,
(about 3 sets), around roundabouts (at least 9) for 31 miles to the M23
and during the whole journey only one other vehicle got in between them.
Mind you, that was a black BMW, and we all know who owns one of them!
Even 10 miles further on, at the junction of the M25, where differing
directions were eventually taken, the five were still in sight of each
All in all, another great day out with a slightly unusual ending which
would be difficult, if not impossible to duplicate!
Big whites by S. Boyd
Peering into reeds by T. Longley
Something in the bushes
Daffydil56 finds something of interest!