Duck duck goose

Spent an hour or so at Fowlmere Nature Reserve this afternoon hoping to get some good photos.  There wasn't that much to see and I was reminded why we didn't go anywhere like this for years when we had young children.  Twitchers have to be quiet and patient, and memories of twirling James, muddy pushchairs,  disapproving stares and the impossibility of getting three young boys to talk in a whisper came flooding back.

It was much easier on my own, and the reserve is beautiful.

I managed to get photos of these ducks and a goose doing it's exercises (extra), but I'll be back.