Dry, Dry, Dry!

Arcot last night had little to excite, but at least I could see through dry glasses and dry optics.

This morning, the SE corner was alive with Sedgies.  Yesterday's dozen Mallard drakes had fizzled to five, the drake Pochard was joined by a lady Goldeneye, and the Tuftie pair had a drake hanger-on.  The Mute Swans, Moorhens and Coots remained, accompanied by a Little Grebe.