counting coots

Left home this morning, in fog.

Got to work, no fog. Lots of sun.

Was going to write something for your delectation dear reader, but thought better of it and headed out to the river to catch something interesting in the early morning sun, as the fog had cleared. Swifts I hoped. Red Rumped Swallow I dreamed.

Mist floating down the river, Ripperesque.

Suffice to say, I didn't see many birds. I did however, see a coot.