At 7am the mist was thick over the bog but it cleared quickly to reveal a wood sand feeding voraciously on the edge of the flash in front of the waiting room. After a preen, poop and leg stretch it took off for the inaccessible far western edge of the bog.
Last year I saw pictures of bunches of woods being carried to market killed in the rice fields of east Africa by eating the small snails that had been laced with poison by the locals, so I made sure I had a good long look at this one!
Also water rail screaming and willow warbs in full voice.