Yesterday we walked the sea wall that twists and turns along the edge of the marsh that bounds the Deben Estuary looking for....
....migrants, like these brent geese, that use the pools to rest and fuel up for their journey, and were remembering that it was at....
....this point, over a year ago, that we first saw....
....a Suffolk kingfisher. Shortly afterwards, as we walked beside a fleet that parallels the Tomline Wall, one of the old flood defence dykes that divides the local golf club's land in half, we spotted one.
This land is loosing its birds. We've walked miles in the last few weeks and haven't seen a single yellowhammer or chaffinch, yet the fields of harvested wheat and barley are so covered with spilled grain which they should be enjoying that the hoards of pigeons, crows and gulls can't cope with the feast. The food is there. Where have the small birds gone?
It's depressing, so thank you to this one, bright little bird which gave us a moment's happiness.
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