No really: it was minus five at the Fen when I met Brian and Norman this morning: even two layers under my 'Jack Pyke' didn't completely keep out the cold. The upside of the low temperatures was that all the paths were rock hard, so we mooched around slowly in the hope of a Bittern or Redpoll. In the event there was little to set the pulses racing, but we did see a few interesting birds, including a mixed thrush flock that seemed to include some dark-billed continental Blackbirds. Overhead the USAF was keeping the sky safe for democracy....
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