With the onset of autumn, I can’t help looking forward to receiving visitors. I heard my first pink footed geese of the season a fortnight ago, and I’ve been scouring my home patch of Solway cost with binoculars for the past few days. Each year I get a couple of morning flights at the wigeon as they pass over the salty creeks on my parents farm, and the few hours I spend with these outstanding little ducks always repays the effort of an early start. Finally, I spotted the first birds on the water today as I passed by in the car. A group of a dozen wigeon were roosting on the mud with their feet in the high water mark.
These birds tend to move on quite quickly, but by the beginning of November, others will have moved in for the winter. I couldn’t hear anything from the door of the car, but as soon as I hear that distinctive whistle, I’ll know that some cracking sport is on the way.