Last night Tony and I headed out lamping, but instead of heading for the hills we went to a small pool where we were hoping to catch some of the 20 odd Little Grebes that spend the winter there, and whatever else we could get our hands on.
Catching them proved to be a little more challenging than previous attempts, and it didn't look like we were going to catch anything for a while, so when we managed to catch 3 Moorhens we felt that the trip was justified.
Not ones for giving up, we tried our luck for a while longer and were eventually rewarded with a Little Grebe. Knowing that less than 2,000 of these little beauties have ever been ringed in the UK, made falling in the cold water (twice) seem completely worth it!
Is there a more pathetic excuse for a tail in the bird world?
and that's what you call Flat-footed!