Even more disappointing, a number of white feathers in one corner of the marsh revealed that the Barn Owl I saw last week had succumbed to either hunger, a predator or both:
As I headed back I flushed a further 3 Snipe from the wet corner of a wheat field that used to be the set-aside. 24 for the day. Get in!
Three flocks totalling about 500 Lapwing passed north down the Thame valley, but there was only a single Golden Plover flying around, calling mournfully. I really should have done another BTO Thrush count today, there were shed-loads of Fieldfares and Redwing about. This was one of the palest of many Buzzards feeding in the soaking fields: