With football nigh, we left the Flats and walked the short distance to the Park. First stop on the agenda was Heronry, but we couldn't find the Slavonian Grebe on the south side. Leaving Tony to head home, I retraced my steps around the northern edge to that I could get a better view, and who should I see but Shaun, crouched by the side in a camo hat, with a small black and white bird swimming around in front of him! I joined him for a frustrating but ultimately enjoyable session, including a coffee break mid-way, but the bird is becoming a lot harder to approach. The best tactic is to lie down and wait, and in doing so a Robin landed about a foot from us, a Kingfisher stopped by, and Redwings seeped overhead. As the sun worked its magic and the thin covering of ice receded, the Grebe began to spend more time in the middle and over towards the island, so we decided it was all over for the day. Shaun went to Rainham, and I continued on to the Dell, where in quick succession I nailed Grey Wagtail and Siskin. Not many easy pickings left now, and I find myself on 62, missing stuff like Peregrine and Water Rail, but also Fieldfare, which seem in very short supply this year.
Here's a few more shots from this morning, including some completely unnecessary ones of the Grebe.