Pretty hilly Cheshire. Down a typical Cheshire rural lane. The odd cottage, and farmhouse. The only difference to the norm is the kitted out twitchers, coming and going. Boots open, scopes coming out.
Either side of the road are flashes of water. Amongst the gentle hills, the cows, and the copses. The Sandbach Flashes. Designated as SSSIs (Sites of Special Scientific Interest) back in 1963. Brackish water, but way in-land. Where land gave in to the salt below. Salt. The origin for Cheshire’s wealth I should think.
Now the salt brings a wealth of bird life. Black-headed gull, Canada goose, Curlew, Lapwing, Lesser black-backed gull, Shelduck, Snipe, Starling, Teal, and Widgeon.
The Snipe were just a pair. Hidden, so they thought, behind a tussock. But we were on the right side of the tussock!
And the Curlew. It was so good to see a large group of them, as the European Curlew numbers are declining rapidly. Terrifyingly.
The Lapwing looked so different to the ones I watched all summer on the Nene Washes Reserve. Now in their winter plumage.
The Widgeon looked as cute as ever, with their yellow heads and their ‘wheeeel’ call to each other.
The Teal looked dashing, and the Shelduck bright and jolly.
Ah what a lovely sight.
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