I arrived at Santon Downham just as the first glimmer of the new day was lighting up the eastern sky, the silhouette of 2 Woodcocks flew south and a party of 17 Whooper Swans flew in from the east and carried on westward, perhaps late migrants from the continent coming to spend the rest of the winter on the Fens.
I then walked along the Little Ouse river on the Norfolk/Suffolk border looking for Otters. It didn’t take me long to find one hunting around a partially fallen tree. It spent around thirty minutes working the area and bringing its catch onto the bank or a fallen branch to noisily munch away on its catch.
A search for the Parrot Crossbills was unsuccessful but 3 Stonechats were a small conciliation.
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