Burton Mill,West Sussex I accomplish my way through the woodland to the willows and alder that edge the main pondThe morning rain has left the already-soaked footpaths even wetter – my boots sink deep into the mud. But the clouds have cleared and the sun is shining for the final hours of the day. The weak whistles of flocks of long-tailed tits carry through the thin silver birches, as the shrimp birds flick from one tree to the next.
I accomplish my way through the woodland to the willows and alder that edge the main pond. Jet-black coots, and with their white beaks and foreheads glistening in the sunshine,dive for weed or emit their harsh, percussive calls. One of them noisily chases a grey-backed pochard and then a black and white tufted duck which have both strayed into its path.
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Source: theguardian.com