Again, the same game as yesterday. A second birder present, I put him on the two drake Goldeneyes that had just flown in. "Out in the channel separating Nor from Friars'. If you look beyong, they're effectively under the end of the Stoke Crossing bridge."
"I can see them. Too far for me."
Again, we had a nice chat on many things, especially numbers back a few decades. But that too far for me stuck. I found myself apologising for seeing them when I chatted with one of the Rangers. "Goldeneye, that's nice."
"Yeah, but too far for most to enjoy, sorry 'bout 'dat." Flip! Apologising for seeing things. Whatever next?
Last five mins of my recuperative visit saw me scanning Rainham Saltings as they started to reappear. That's where the Great Crested Grebes had come in to ride out the gale. They never get that close in normal circumstances. Books say they hate wind/high waves, and often move when conditions set in. Hopefully tomorrow mornings lull will give them a chance to feed up. Good excuse to count. Again.