They don’t come much 'littler' than this little Wren.
And this one,
When I first arrived, the sharp frost had the place in its grip, so a quick wander to the nearest hide from the car park. The water was pretty high, and the island a little way in front of the hide almost non-existent. Enough though for a few Lapwing, and a handful of Golden Plover with them.
A Redshank, probing around the mud. Most of everything else, seemed to be on the far side of the lake; isn’t that always the way? A slow walk was in order.
Slow indeed. By the time I’d finished four hours had rushed past somehow, but I’d had a great time. I’ll finish off with four more little birds, that all co-operated that morning for their photo shoot.