|A rather murky image of the male Sparrowhawk, taken through the|
glass of our conservatory. It spent over ten minutes attempting to find
a way into the aviary. The padlock above its' head is on the flight door, but
not much use if you don't have the key!
|My primitive camera gear will never be able to capture anything more than record shots under these|
low light conditions. One, of thirteen, Marsh Harriers I watched coming into roost this evening.
So what's to moan about? In all my time around this jewel of a reserve I only encountered five other sets of optics. That's not a big deal, there were lots of families out. enjoying these magnificent surroundings without the need to look at the wildlife. Their choice entirely. Nope, my problem was with an odious bunch of sub-adults who used the facility to parade their fashion statement pooches, whilst dressed in designer labelled "Country Attire" yet felt it was below their "elevated status" to clean up after their dogs. Phil Milton often refers to Pegwell Bay as a dog toilet; surely Stodmarsh deserves better?