whats your favourite bird that we see whilst on the banks .......... for me its the dipper ive sat for many an hour just watching them when i should of been fishing..

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Kingfisher by day and Owl by night

Snipe. Don't see them often so a bonus on a day when I do.

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Must admit I like the Dippers , I like the Red kites, sometimes see them whilst fishing the River Onny .
un-feathered .......... my list would never end.!

Bruce you are bored tonight!

Gotta be B B in the dance of seven veils!

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bert

Cormorants and goosanders.............. Then i know i'm in the right place

Pied wagtail really..... They just look so happy!!!!

Rod

the Blackbird, love to hear it singing in the morning, and last thing at night.
Billy.

Easy call: Hummingbirds ... who else can fly backwards?

Redwing Blackbird (beautiful thing) with its call comes in second.

fae

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bert

The Wren! Quite the best singer of all. One Wren could fill a concert hall with exquisite sound and no need for a microphone...

They also look wonderfully secretive as they flit in and around the bankside bushes and tangled twigs and branches. There is a nesting site on the Lathkill in a space under a fallen but living willow, opposite a spot I love to sit in, watching and waiting for the spinner return to bring up the trout for the last knockings of the day. I sometimes hear the chicks chee chee chee-ing when the Wren disappears under the willow with a beak full of caterpillars or some other insect delicacy. It's a good thing and it makes me feel very good indeed when I hear it.

richard

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