When it arrived it was on the far spit in front of the island:
|Amongst the Greylags|
|Looking for bread|
The lady's photos were superb, I wish I had some to show here.
Finally, it flew to the near spit where I could digiscope another record, before the gulls got spooked by a couple of Red Kites and the Med departed.
The 2 male Wigeon remained and Pochard had increased to 4 - I went home!