Nabbed A Dabchick

I've been hearing the whinnying of the little grebe on the lake recently but have only been able to spot it distantly and fleetingly before it dives out of sight. This morning it was much closer by the bog beans and I managed a reasonable shot. I do hope it hangs around, gets a mate and that they breed.

It has a been a beautiful, sunny, spring day. MrQ, Ollie dog and I spent it at the Ongar property. We collected the brambles that I cut last week and squashed them into the green bin. We brought the bough and other trimmings home in the van. Ollie curled up tightly to fit into the space we had left for her.