An early (ish) morning walk through the wood to West Acre scrape and it was really quite dark, then a shaft of sunlight lit up this Fly Agaric by the side of the track. There followed a frantic changing of lenses and a drop to the ground (not because I thought it would fly off, but worried the sunlight would go!) , very wet ground at that, and I have to say it looked rather fantastic in the surrounding gloom.
Green Sandpiper, so there follows the usual compilation..........
House Martin ? - must look that up.
Everything flew off and I expected a large bird of prey to float over, but nothing and as usual the Kingfisher stick was empty
But wait, a piercing cry and there he was, in a bush (too far away!!) , and that's where he stayed no matter how many stickleback noises I imitated from the hide. Great to watch though as he fished for some twenty minutes, then a flash of colour and gone. One day on that stick....one day..
I left and drove home but en route added a life tick, a weird but clearly very efficient melon/squash organising machine - new for me.