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03 January 2010
Barnacle Bill the Sailor
Spent most of today's daylight hours in and around 'the lanes'. Farmfield/Saltmarsh produced 2 Barn Owl, at least 18 (possibly as many as 34) Golden Plover, a Chiffchaff, a few Water Rail and Cetti's Warblers and 10 Snipe. Boat Lane was a bit quieter, the floods are mostly ice, but the Barnacle Goose is still hanging about and revelling in its splendiferousnessness (for an equally splendiferous song with the most tenuous of links to our goosey friend see here).
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