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A precious hour of spare time allowed a gentle circuit on my cycle to try and dispel the frustrations of not being able to get to the coast. I wondered if Far Ings could harbour an autumnal visitor to pour water over my fires of growing envy towards those friends stomping east.
A crowd had gathered at the ferruginous duck but the duck proved shy. The group of people had discovered a black necked grebe on the Pit next door and my eyebrows launched into my hair-line. That will do and like the wind I was off to watch this sleepy bird bobbing on the ripples of the lake.
On my circuit of the Reserve my straining ears would not give me that 'special' warbler, only the common resided amongst the tangle.
As I navigated the Humber bank the distress calls of a gull awoke my dulling reflexes and there, along the shore, was the classic maritime event, a common gull wheeling and kinking to avoid the determined arctic skua in chase. A skidding halt alllowed me to watch this chase unfold. The gull's agility was in high demand as the pirate was merely inches from it. The bright white versus the dark and menacing. The chased gave everything and the chaser lost ground on a stunning turn, it gave up. The skua landed in the water with mild scolding from other gulls nearby.
I returned for another go at the ferruginous duck and luckily this time it was out on the water at the southern end of the Pit. My time was up and my face alight with reward. I picked my Son up from the school and refelcted on the contrasts of our lessons this afternoon.
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