Missed Opportunities

A truly beautiful autumn morning at Bretton Lakes deserved better pictures - but I overslept. Thirty minutes earlier and glorious shots of mist rising off the lakes during a fabulous sunrise would have been mine, all mine.

And if that wasn't hard enough to take I had to suffer further ignominy at the hide - a solitary Wren and sympathetic Dabchick were the only avian visitors during a three hour vigil!

Then finally, just after I'd finished packing up to go home, a Grey Squirrel jumped onto the Kingfisher perch, climbed right up to the top and threw itself into the water before performing the backstroke all the way out to the island! I sh*t you not! Well maybe not the backstroke but it might just as well have been. Some mornings are definately made for staying in bed!