I found myself with a few hours to fill this morning on the Trent near Newark and filled them with a visit to Langford Lowfields, which was alive with Cetti’s warblers, reed buntings and booming bitterns. One of the bitterns chose to fly across to an island reed bed just in front of me while I was trying to record its booming, so I failed to take a photo. I did jump and point and whoop like Francis Bourgeois, of which I am ashamed.
I found myself with a few hours to fill this morning on the Trent near Newark and filled them with a visit to Langford Lowfields, which was alive with Cetti’s warblers, reed buntings and booming bitterns. One of the bitterns chose to fly across to an island reed bed just in front of me while I was trying to record its booming, so I failed to take a photo. I did jump and point and whoop like Francis Bourgeois, of which I am ashamed.