I had amongst the best views I've ever had, anywhere, of a short-eared owl this evening as it quartered the fields near Freeman's Pools and Wood.
In brilliant sunlight the bird passed embarrassingly close at times as if it knew damned well that I had no camera with me. Half an hour (and half a mile) later, of course, I remembered that I have a camera on my new phone. By the time I got back, it was around but nowhere as near as before. Ho-hum.
Supporting cast included: 1 LR Plover (and a-part submerged abandoned go-kart, beer cans etc) at Freeman's Pools, pair of shoveler at the Wildfowlers' Pools plus the usual whitethroats, lesser whitethroats etc. along the cycle track. A whimbrel was calling on the Lune.