Not many happy endings for the fish population of VP, If the Cormorants don't hoover them up or the Herons and Kingfishers don't grab them then they might end up as tasty Grebe fodder.
Little ones down the hatch....
Toying around with medium ones.....
With junior struggling to gulp this one down!
Get you hankies ready? One of the saddest sights I've seen was about to appear in my viewfinder however.....
Nice, I thought - a Sand Martin doing a Kingfisher impression? This poor little soul was clearly in distress though!
He could fly, only as far as the small island where adult birds proceeded to feed him....
Are you OK?
Hard work this, catching flies for two.....
He had to fly again but then I guess you would, the moment before a Greylag Goose stomps on you.....
I did assume I'd never see the sickly Sand again. He didn't look as though he would survive the day whatever? There was to be happy ending though.... the following morning......
I spotted a woman in the car park at VP, carrying a yellow box with holes in it - intrigued, I asked her what she's got and she asked me where she could access the water? I showed her the access behind the feeder station and still intrigued I waited for the contents to be released...
And sat there, would you believe..... in the palm of her hand was the very same Sand Martin!! Someone had collected him the previous afternoon, collapsed and after a night in the Cuan House Wildlife rescue centre plus a thorough drying out and rehydration, he was as right as rain and shot off to join his family.....
Ahh..... now that's what I call a happy ending....
