The sound of Gulls was filling the air, coming from the lake, so I made my way down to one of the hides, to see what all the noise was about. On one of the small islands was a group of Black-headed Gulls, noisily prancing about like a gang of hooligans.
And amongst all this commotion, were a pair of Oystercatchers, one sitting on its nest, totally oblivious to the entire racket.A Redshank flew in, and poked around in the mud
The Goose ducked, as the Gulls dived at him. This went on for some time, until he decided enough was enough, and left for one of the less crowded islands on the lake.
I decided to move on too, and see what else was about on the little islands dotted around.
I left the noisy party, and carried on round the lake. There’s a lot of trees and shrubs around the lake, and despite the persistent rain, the birds were singing and flying around, doing what birds do. Singing in a tree ahead, was a Willow Warbler, who kindly sat still long enough for some pictures.
I stopped of at another hide, and this time had it to myself. I managed to get a few pictures from the obliging visitors.