I had five volunteers (John, Mike, Margaret, Anna and Vincent) helping with reserve work today. On two occasions we had jets scream low over the rerserve causing mayhem amongst the thousands of birds that we have here.
There was a Woodcock at first light and the Red-headed Smew is still on the reservoir.
Vincent, Margaret, Anna and Mike clearing up debris from the hedge work
My interest in wildlife began many years ago, when short trousers were in fashion. The first bird’s nest that I found was that of a Song Thrush way back in 1949. Luckily for me during my childhood days, the Orwell estuary was my playground. My most memorable recollection from those early-1950s days, and one that has stayed with me ever since, was when I stood at the water’s edge of Mulberry Middle at low water. I was in awe of the vastness of the scene around me; the natural wilderness feeling was so powerful, and thereafter I was simply hooked on the beauty and the wildlife riches of the estuary and I have savoured that experience on so many occasions. I have also seen some dramatic changes. These days, only on a bleak winter’s day or during the depth of night does the estuary become, once again, a wilderness for its wildlife. These are just some of the reasons why I am passionate about and do all that I can in the world of conservation.
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