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09 February 2017
Withering before the blast
A finger-numbing morning in an easterly on the eastern levels. Checked out the Lapwing flock on Caldicot Moor, nearly 600 birds but not a single Golden Plover (or anything more interesting) among them; did bump into a couple of Red-legged Partridge though. Decided on more wader fun in the form of a Jack Snipe foray. A quick potter on the saltmarsh between Collister Pill and West Pill produced three Jack Snipe and 30 Snipe. The dense cord-grass along this stretch doesn't make for crippling views on the deck but got decent enough looks of all three of the stripey ickle sweeties in flight.
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