Mist, murk and drizzle... The female marsh harrier was perched on a bush N of the hide when I arrived, she proceeded to hunt up and down the reedbed, pouncing on something and not reappearing. She never seems to need to spend long hunting, presumably reflecting the supply of prey and/or her skill, so on a short visit it's possible to turn up and not see her at all.
Cetti's sang briefly. Loads of snipe flying about in small or large groups.
