A sunny day and winds coming from the south was an opportunity not to miss, so, inspired by Caroline's report of a Greenland White-front Goose, I headed to Marloes. A quick scope from the car park revealed a smallish pale goose amongst the 29 Canada Geese, but no white was obvious on the face. On arrival at the barbed wire gate there was a Pink-footed Goose and the Greenland White-fronted Goose appeared a little later. They seemed to like being close together for a lot of the time.
The White-front obligingly did a circuit of the pool and came near to the hide for a photo shoot. It was interesting to note how the bill colour and darkness of the head and breast changes depending on the strength and direction of sunlight.
The pool was busy with ducks - about 40 Teal and good numbers of Shovelers, Mallards, Tufted Duck, Gadwall and a few Wigeon. A pair of very noisy Little Grebe stayed close together in front of the hide and a single Sedge Warbler burst into song unseen in the willows just below the window. A Willow Warbler and some Chiffchaffs were feeding quietly nearby. At least 50 Sand Martins were feeding over the water and briefly settled onto a very crowded bramble patch. Small numbers of Swallows and a single House Martin passed through. The three Lapwings were still around, a pair once going up together to chase off a crow and returned to their favourite patch of wet grass.
The relative calm was disturbed by a low flying helicopter which put up the Canada Geese and ducks. Immediately afterwards an adult female Marsh Harrier appeared from the west, quite high up. I suspect it may have been lurking nearby and took the opportunity to scan for unattended nests. It only managed one circuit before the local Buzzard attempted to chase it off, but failed badly. The harrier was much more aggressive and agile in the skirmish. The Buzzard gave up and drifted off eastwards before the harrier went south towards Skokholm. The rubbish picture indicates the aggression, if nothing else.
A bonus for staying most of the afternoon was the late appearance of eight or nine Whimbrel, that dropped in and landed out of sight. I could not find them despite their calls and some singing. Fortunately they did a couple of circuits before heading off northwards.
And Happy Birthday to the Blog and thanks to Rich, Brian et al. It has become my daily read and way better than looking at a newspaper.
