Parents and young are doing fine.

The Grebes at Woodlane are doing fine , and apart from some sibling rivalry or bullying spend a lot of time being ferried around the lake, being fed juicy feathers and the the odd fish.

Wots that mum wots that mum?

Yawn Boring.

Dad, Dad, Dad you sleep yet!

Oooo! Feather

Juicy feather any one? me,me,me.

Go this way mum, no go this way mum.

Look Dad no wings.

Ahhhh! Cute.

It's mine get of it.

Ahh! Rain.

You try singing all day.

The possible Channel Wagtail.

So nearly caught up odds and sods to come.

Cheers Paul