|A Kestrel in the haze|
Outside, in the woods, we could hear a firecrest singing above us. Annoyingly, they too avoided us from seeing it. Frustration was starting to build from not seeing much excitment here at Weeting, so we decided to move on to Lakenheath Fen for a picnic.
I took Mum for a bit of a walk and visited the only hide on the reserve, seeing a family of coot and several minibeasts, including a four-spotted chaser. Mum was getting a bit frustrated and had enough at this point, so she went back to the visitor centre (finding a huge grass snake on the way, which made her jump out of her skin, apparently).
|Nursary Web Spider (has an egg sac under her abdomen)|
|Coot feeding it's young|
I, meanwhile, carried on and found a large crowd of twitchers lined up along a short reedbed overlooking a small pool. I could hear a series of short 'barks' coming from the reedbed from the other side, just audible over the wind. This was the calls of the little bittern, a moorhen-sized bird from Europe.
|Looking for the Little Bittern|
The bird I could hear was a male. Apparently, he made a brief appearence while I was there with the crowd, but I had missed him. If I had seen him, I would have seen a black back and cap and buff-coloured body with a pale white wing patch. I might not have seen the little bittern, but I did get to see it's bigger cousin fly past in the distance.
|Another cousin, a Grey Heron in flight|
|Hobby in flight|