Today was all about the hirundines... The place was alive with Swallows, House Martins and Sand Martins gorging on insects over the water. Their fast, manic, yet orchestrated flight patterns was so hypnotic that everything else around me seemed to pale into insignificance for a good hour or so.
I eventually snapped out from my trance to catch a couple of Avocet dropping in. Then spotted a couple of Greenshank out on a small island, a Little Grebe feeding in the margins, and a Yellow Wagtail flew in to round off a very pleasant morning.
A well fed Swallow takes a time-out at Burton Mere
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