I'd met a friend for lunch. On the way back in the wind and sleet I looked up at the Town Hall tower in the hopes that the peregrines are back but couldn't see any sign. A quick look at the river this time of year is sometimes lucky for a heron, grey wagtail or even a dipper but it was running too high for them. I was just thinking that when an electric blue bolt shot by and zipped under the bridge out of sight. I've never seen a kingfisher on this stretch before.
Black-tailed godwits, Leighton Moss
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