En route we went past Fring where I had recently seen a Grey Partridge frequenting a rather nice garden by the side of the road. Each time I had been without a camera, so assumed that as I had my camera this time, it would be absent - But ! it wasn't (absent that is, it was present).
Red-crested Pochards were on a distant pool, Avocets were courting all over the place and being generally aggressive to anything near them and two Spoonbills loafed around at the back of the reserve.
So to the sea and while Sam, Tom and dog went west I headed east. Little Egret was the first quarry:
So we left the beech and returned before the hordes arrived - two reflective moments a Little Tom and a Little Egret.
and back home in time for breakfast and a day's gardening - nice !