Another day spent at Rockcliffe Marsh watching the impressive barnacle
goose flocks, and today I finally came up trumps and managed to find a few
different birds.
It just goes to show how vast this area is and how difficult viewing can be
that despite spending nearly three full days scanning through these flocks, it
was only in the last half hour before I left for home that I spotted that for
which I had been searching, the Holy Grail, a cracking Todd's Canada goose. It
was a moment of high elation I can tell you and goodness knows what anybody
who saw me would have thought. A lone figure standing for hours near Esk Boat
House in a slushy mixture of mud, water and cow sh#t, silent and motionless,
unmoved in the teeth of a gale and battered by heavy showers, relentlessly
watching, who suddenly leapt up, punched the air and shouted "a f*!king
Todd's!" and then returned to his silent vigil. But that's exactly how it was.
What a stunning bird it was, it had everything including a long and
ridiculously thin snake like neck. A classic Todd's and hands down bird of the
trip this week.
