This weekend I decided to join Ian C. and many other birders and photographers to see the American visitor to our shores....The Pied-billed Grebe, Ian and I departed from Suffolk at 3.30am, to beat the rush to see this tiny little bird. The skies were clear all the way up till we arrived on the outskirts of Manchester(my old stomping ground by the way) the sky above the north of the City was as they say up North "As black as thee fathers hat!"
As we drove into the Rochdale reserve the heavens opened, it was light by this time although you wouldn't have noticed. The Grebe was asleep in the reeds on the other side of the lake, but not for long, he appeared to be heading towards the hide so I wandered down there to see if I could get into a better position to photograph the lovely bird. However the hide was full and the Grebe decided to go back the other way, so I decided to stay put on the roadside and wait for it to come to me, whilst watching and waiting met lots of familiar faces of old, and lots from Suffolk too, at least 7 people I know had travelled up to twitch this fabulous bird.
On the way back I decided to call in at Pennington Flash Country Park to show Ian where I used to bird frequently when I lived up north, subject to lighting conditions can be a fantastic place for photographing Buntings Finches and Tits at close quarters.
All in all a Fabulous Weekend!