After around two inches of snow overnight I felt quite positive as I headed off to Utch with thoughts of perhaps a decent goose or even a Waxwing feeding on the glut of berries that can be found on the embankment bordering Utch. How wrong can you be? The best I could muster was a single flyover Snipe!
Me "old" mucker RP was on site and had seen nothing to get the pulse goin' so after a speculative check of the distant goose flock we decided to knock it on the head and hope for better things tomorrow.
That's all folks.
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