Week 44: wigeon are back
First proper flock of wigeon on the mudflats, perhaps two hundred. One grey heron standing in exactly the same spot as last week.
Weekly walks along the estuary path, written down in a pencil notebook and copied here when it rains.
Week 43: fog and curlews
Heard far more than seen. Curlews calling across the whole bay, a kingfisher flashing past the sluice gate.
Week 42: the reed bed count
Annual count along the reed bed. Fewer bearded tits than last year, more little egrets than ever.