Mist, rather than thick fog this morning. 410 Cormorant headed out fishing although some may have been missed in the murk - a freshly dead adult in the middle of the reserve without a mark on it was a bit odd. The Rock Pipit was on the point again but, apart from that, a census of the entire site just revealed an exceedingly predictable list of what lives/winters here. 43 Wood Pigeon on the beach this afternoon is worth a mention although could be related to the fact that they cut the grass by the factory/river of life church where a flock of 30 to 40 have been feeding in recent days.
