Williamson's Weekly Nature Notes

They were in no hurry, it seemed. They settled, flew on again, settled , flew on again, setled once more a mile farther on.

Those could even have been the same ones I saw a few days later off Beachy Head, straggling along like a gaggle of school children vaguely wandering along the pavement out of school.

Someone else saw them coming in off the sea at the mouth of Chichester harbour at about the same sort of time.

Clamouring with that lovely rounded tone lower pitched than the pinkfoot, a little smoother than the greylag. They know there way around.

For full feature see West Sussex Gazette December 5