I must admit I went down the bog this morning hoping for an 'Arfon' moment with some passing waders but after an hour watching a few Mallard with, hooray, 3 nearly independent young I agreed with Toffy that it was time for brekkies.
Its natural living in kite country to have an eye on the skies and Lo! flying determinedly south down the bog was a beautiful Osprey. Didn't appear to have a pylon on its back. 07:30.
Awarded myself an extra gravy bone. (Buster will understand).
PS Hobby here on Wed and willow tits showing nicely at the Willow Arch, appropriately enough.