It didn't help that Facey was ten minutes late meaning the opportunity to catch in the presence of "Bread Man" was lost. Bread man is a gent that arrives at the lakes and literally empties bin bag loads of bread in to the water. He arrived, he emptied, he left. The birds, full of bread, weren't prepared to come That close.
While we watched crestfallen as the coots kept their distance, we did manage to secure these:
|Voila! Le Tufted Duck fem|
|Pleased as punch, but no Facey, its not a coot...|
Fingers crossed and warmer socks, we'll be catching more coot in the next few weeks as the weather gets colder...