A bit of freezing fog, -8 degrees on the way,couldn’t stop me,I love winter birding.You see such great things,but soon realise it’s all about survival.(I’m talking about the birds).Today I watched in awe as a magpie viciously attacked,killed and started to eat a starling.A moorhen tried to join in,yep,a moorhen,amazing.

I went over to Frieston to look for the lesser canada goose,(formerly called cackling canada goose). They should’ve kept the old name! I found a flock of about 250 canadas near the North Sea Camp,but the cackler wasn’t with them.Either that or I failed to pick it out.Did find a single barnacle goose with them,though.

pintail

wigeon

black tailed godwit

brents

A walk along the sea wall was fun,I kept tripping up on frozen mole hills,but was entertained by a peregrine and a male hen harrier.