The Frost

This morning I headed down to Holywell before the sun rose, hoping to photograph some frost. I slowly made my way down to the hide, photographing the crystallised leaves of Bramble as I went, Joe had beaten me there. The pond was 80% frozen, but provided one of my best wildfowl counts this winter, 300+ Pink-footed and Greylag Geese rose from the West field, 7 Teal, 22 Mallard, and 6 Moorhen huddled in one patch of open water, and 6 Pochard, 3 Tufted, 3 Wigeon, and 2 Coot huddled in another, the Common Gull and Black Headed Gull made use of the ice.


Heading East a frozen Gorse was stumbled upon, this is where I spent the remainder of my morning.





Last night I had success with the Little Owl at Holywell Grange, so I headed down again this evening, to my surprise instead of a Little Owl, a Short-Eared Owl sat in its place, on a fence post amongst the horses. The horses soon moved it off and it landed on a fence post just to my right, erecting its tufts as 3 Carrion Crow flew overhead.


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