Out this evening looking for waders but no joy. A brief tantalising sound bite of Yellow Wagtail but couldn't find the bird so I suspect more hope than reality. Then turning saw a flash of wing in the long grass. There, 11 or so Greylag Geese were having a bath and a preen although barely visible due to the length of the grass. With only the head to view I've always been intrigued as to how the wrinkled neck would feel. It doesn't look like feather but more like Matt Groenings representation of the skin of an old man. Anybody who has had the benefit of touching a Greylays neck may wish to enlighten me on the same!
A walk round the pond - week 29
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