Just when we thought we’d had enough of the rain much more was forecast for the weekend, however the next day or two were going to be fine. All the paths around the harbour were sodden so had been converted into mud baths by trampling feet. Around the edge of the lagoon in the shadow of East Head the path was tricky to negotiate. In this spot the mud went up close to the top of my high boots, I nearly slipped out of one and came close to being distinctly muddy, shame I didn’t have my stick.
This morning the geese had decided to sit on the lagoon, there seemed to be thousands of them, all very vocal making a cacophony of noise. Quite why they’d
decided to stay there instead of on the fields as they usually do is a mystery. On the way back they had moved off to the fields, maybe they did as they should do roosting at night and feeding during the day.
Further on by the ponds there were plenty of Wigeon, this time on the grass pecking away at it; maybe there was a shortage of eelgrass or Zostera.
They seemed hungry and weren’t obeying the rule of eating at night; I’ve always thought that they were opportunistic eaters and must have been hungry.