After a friendly greeting and very detailed briefing from the reception volunteer, we had a bite of lunch outside near the now abandoned sand martin cliff. Our circular walk started out a bit slow for us, yielding only garden birds and a lesser whitethroat, but then we hit the beach.
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The heart of the Reserve is the scrape, which was rather quiet with all of the breeding birds gone, but quiet for the scrape would be brilliant everywhere else.
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Out in the fields the Konig horses and beef cattle were joined by little and cattle egrets while a grey and gold male marsh harrier circled over-head on long up-tiled wings. Not a bad list, I'd say, and that's omitting all the tits, robins, dunnocks, finches and gulls. Then there's the invertebrates too.
As the late summer sun started to descend, rabbits sunned themselves on the sand, a red deer munched blissfully away in the reed-bed, ten feet off the path, then a casual red fox slunk across the road on our way out towards our supper at the famous and ridiculously named Eel's Foot Inn.