And the winner goes to....Starling, about 15 of them fighting over fat balls in the garden.
As it proved to be a clear and bright day, I decided to take my birder's wife down to Slimbridge to see the spectacle of the Lapwing and Golden Plovers constantly taking flight as Peregrine Falcons attacked them. An awe inspiring sight indeed.
In fact, the visit was not purely to watch the above display but also to try and retrieve one of my favourite gloves that I had lost there on Saturday. Alas, it was not to be so, however, on the way down to Gloucestershire I popped by a layby where I had lost a lens cap a month ago and found it - result!
Although a nice place to go for the first birding trip of the year, Slimbridge was absolutely heaving today with some hides being almost three deep with birders starting off their new year lists. Myself and my birder's wife took it easy and went where there were no corwds as we felt a bit like the below chap.....yawn!
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