I spent a couple of cold icy hours doing the rounds at Pennington Flash a couple of weeks ago. It was one of those where after a few minutes the tips of your fingers begin to hurt. No pain, no gain as the saying goes, so I braved it for as long as I could.
I actually love a cold frosty morning. Birds are more active in their search for food and far less secretive. Gloves, hat and several layers are a necessity though.
Reed Buntings were the most abundant bird this particular morning, which was good because I'd not really paid them too much attention recently. So I sat particularly still in a couple of the hides to do them justice. They didn't disappoint, with some lovely poses for me.