|Wryneck (my dodgy photo from Strumpshaw Fen, 2013)|
While the wryneck was a no show, there were other things to enjoy at Cley. Sedge warblers and whitethroats were singing in the bramble bushes and reedbeds close to the path, so close in fact that you are forced to walk up to them as we made our way to the central hides on the reserve. Sedge warblers especially appeared to be everywhere we went. We also had a bearded tit fly past us and a reed bunting singning in a bush close to the boardwalk leading up to the hides, while a kestrel was sitting on a telephone post and two sparrowhawks soaring high in the sky.
|Ruff with a white ruffed mane|
From the hides, waders were either feeding from the shallow pools or sitting on nests on the islands. Avocets were swishing their upturned bills across the surface of the water, catching tiny invertebrates with each swish. Godwits were looking at there best with their red breeding plumage, but for me nothing beats a ruff when they are fully fashioned with their various coloured breeding feathers. As with humans and hair colour, male ruffs vary from each other. Some are ginger, others white, brown, black or a mixture of everything. Most of the ruffs out on Pat's Pool were in different stages of the transformation to the final glamorous plumage. I could only find one male looking absolutely stunning with a red ruffed mane almost fully developed. After lunch, we walked along East Bank and found another male looking amazing, this time with a white ruffed mane.
|Yet another Ruff|
|Chinese Water Deer|
|Greylag with goslings|