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Avalon Marshes, Canada geese, Catcott Lows, Glastonbury Tor, Glossy ibis, lapwing, Marsh Harrier, Mute swan, shoveler, Somerset Wildlife Trust, teal, tufted duck, wigeon
Having been invited by the Somerset Wildlife Trust to visit their Catcott Lows hide on the Avalon Marshes towards the end of last year, I recently received, along with others who had responded to a recent appeal, a further invitation, and spent the best part of an hour there a couple of days ago, in the expert company of the man on this linked video. There was the most horrendous gale all the time, as some of these photos will show, and at one point there was driving, almost sideways, rain. However, given the wind direction, we were snug as bugs in a rug, despite the open viewing windows, though were almost deafened by the shifting roofing, which fortunately stayed in place throughout our visit. (Part of the appeal is to replace this ageing hide with a new and considerably larger one.)
The light was not the best, but here is an impression of what we could see. A few general views to begin with. Grasses which should be upright, and birds facing into the wind, which will give them lift if they choose to fly off. (And I imagine they also prefer not to have the wind – how can I put this delicately? – not ruffling their tail feathers.)



Glastonbury Tor disappeared from time to time.

A glossy ibis, or rather the glossy ibis, came into view. It is thought to be a juvenile, and has been hanging around for a few weeks. There is a group of them in the Weymouth area, and this one will probably join it before long.


The vast majority of ducks to be seen were Wigeon.








The light improved briefly, and the wind dropped somewhat.


It was not easy to get a picture of the teal. It seemed that they were constantly doing this.

The best I could do.

A very distant marsh harrier kept low, dropping even lower into the long grass from time to time. Here it was battling the driving rain.


It was time to go, and let the next group take our places. Strangely, no-one took up the suggestion of a walk in the reserve. But we all agreed that it had been a fine way to spend a Thursday morning.














