The smart little fellow briefly alighted on the hideward side of the lagoon, and stayed just long enough for a gawd awful photograph to be bagged.
And an even less good flight shot.
Then it was back to Plan A, which mainly included counting brightly coloured flying things beyond Gwent's boundaries, beyond Wales' boundaries actually.
Flipping sun went in for all of ten minutes this afternoon, coinciding with the ten minutes I was pointing my camera at this fella. Kind of takes the glint from his eye,... the very reddish glint.