Small Fry

I trotted back to Kemerton Lake my stomping ground from yesterday hoping the Little Grebes would be near the hide and I could repeat the fishing shots. I would say that it was less of a trot and  more of a squelch and slide down the muddy paths but the sun was out and it was a lovely day. 

All the waterbirds were well into the middle of the lake and even patiently waiting didn't prove successful but it cleared the head if nothing else. This might be yesterday's bird but it could also be his mate as there were two within close proximity to one another - but not to me!