Above is one of six Buzzards, this one a particularly light coloured individual, that all congregated together at mid morning, before the clouds arrived and wheeled above our heads calling continuously. On a couple of occasions two birds locked talons and tumbled through the air before breaking away and rejoining the other four birds. This was an exciting performance which held us spellbound for a few minutes and fishing took a definite back seat.
This male Kestrel was one of a probable pair which visited the trees on the edge of the reedbed behind us, where we also watched Reed Buntings and Wrens and I'm sure I heard a Bearded Tit pinging on a couple of occasions. Although reedbeds dominate the bank where we were fishing, the opposite side is flat green pasture that leads through the grounds to the house and this was full of winter thrushes and wagtails and a little further upstream we watched Little Egrets and Herons fishing in the margins. Presumably they were having more success than us!
On sunday we enjoyed a couple of hours of calm weather slightly upstream on the Avon at Ibsley, another gloriously unspoilt area, before the hailstones arrived. We spent the first hour walking the stretch before settling down and found some more nice birds, including a Green Sandpiper that was feeding along the edge of some remaining floodwater on the opposite bank, a couple of drumming Great spots, a Goldcrest at last! and this Cetti's Warbler (above) which flew to and fro the waters edge where we fished, totally unconcerned by our presence. I know the picture is rubbish but it's the best i've had of a Cetti's so I couldn't leave it out.