We sat in the hide for three hours. No-one else came.
Kingy was beating up and down the channel all afternoon, skulking in the bushes. As the tide pushed up the marsh he took up residence on the posts along the channel. He looked to be doing OK but it was too far away to see what he was catching.
The people who built this new hide were clearly concerned about ventilation. Half inch gaps between the floorboards. The East wind was cold. After three hours my ass had frostbite and the lure of a home made pork pie in the pantry was too great. We went home.
Kingfisher, Alcedo atthis. Nikon D5200 Tamron 150-600mm f6.3 600mm 1/250 ISO 720