Gulls, Gulls Gulls.

Soil Hill.

I called to drop some Pheasant fodder at Soil Hill this aft. with no intention of having a snoop around – I should have put some lead weights in my pockets to keep me on the deck.

Ogden:

An hour at Ogden this afternoon, hoping that  the nasty stormy stuff had persuaded something interesting to take shelter , alas it was not to be.

I must say an hour at Ogden was long enough today.

The song  by Sailor - “Girls, Girls ,Girls” came to mind, but instead of Girls it was Gulls, Gulls, Gulls (and not a lot else).

A blustery, showery day at Ogden but amazingly I missed most of the nasty stuff.

I forgot to bring my boots, which is a first for me so I had to keep to the circuit path.

The water had a smattering of Black Headed & Common gulls with a forlorn Mallard population  patiently waiting for Bread lobbers.

Going around the circuit a large flock of Coal Tit were feeding under the Beech trees with Blue & Great Tit with a Robin or three.

A really poor birding day for me – but – a lot better than the last few days Christmas Shopping.

A few pics in the forlorn hope that I've missed a Megga Gull.

Mallard - awaiting bread man.