Back on my feet again and down the tow-path; who will I see today? A few mallard, some fat coot, and the usual gang of feral geese. Six magpies and a flock of pigeons foraging in the paddock. The usual gang of gulls disappointed by my lack of bread. A pair of chaffinch, starting away from me, flashing black-and-white wings. A flock of mixed tits, and closer views of Great tit, Blue tit, Long tailed tit. A Dunnock, fluffed up against the cold, singing a soft practice song. The robin, the blackbird, in their respective territories. In the rarities list, a rather small Black-backed gull. Could be the rarer Lesser Black-backed, but might be a young one, like the Grebe I saw yesterday, ducking and diving.
Inland and south isn't their natural home; more likely to see them on the Scottish coast, or in lakes. I worried briefly that they were escapees from a collection. Ornamentals are often kept in threes to increase the chance of breeding. But then they spotted me and flew downriver; definitely wild. Tourist ducks.