As I approached the reservoir, I was welcomed by the evocative whistle of the Widgeon. These birds had probably flown down from Scandinavia, though this appeared to be a relatively small group, unlike the large number of geese present. The ones that I could positively identify were Greylag Geese.
How different these birds were to the ones found on the local gravel pit. These were clearly migrants and were truly wild. Walking beyond the reserve on the public footpaths, I got some good views, but, at one stage the birds were disturbed (possibly by the sight of Dylan (dog). A huge clattering sound ensued, as over a hundred birds suddenly took to the air. The birds soon settled back down and settled into very definable separate flotillas. The sound of their calling was reminiscent of wilder places than this Kent reservoir, but a magnificent sight for all that.
Walking across the fields I came across a mixed flock of Rewings and Fieldfares feeding on the Sloe berries. A buzzard floated over whilst underfoot was evidence of the passage of several deer. It was another grey day but enlightened by the delights of the natural world.
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