I headed round the outside of the marsh and made my way to the mound thinking I might be able to see where he was. I couldn't, but as I looked I noticed a small flock of Mallards which circled above and tried to drop down to the river, then came another blast and I saw six fly off in panic and the seventh drop like a stone, I just hope it was dead before it hit the ground or the river.
I'd had enough now, I get no pleasure from seing birds blasted out of the sky, so I made my way over the railway to the country park and paid a visit to my old friend the Bittern. There's yet another long distance picture below.
The sun was still shining for a change so I looked in on the railway lake and 'shot' some ducks of my own. Gadwall first, Tufted Duck second and a Coot in attack mode third.
A couple of hours had now passed since the sad demise of the Mallard so I made my way back to the small wood to see if the usual inhabitants had returned. They had. In the half an hour or so that I spent there I saw a Grey Wagtail, three Redshanks, a flyover Snipe, a lonesome Teal, a Little Grebe, a Little Egret, two Mistle Thrushes, a Sparrowhawk and the Kingfisher below, perched on a pole on the other side of the river...... normality had returned. Long may it last.