Today I had a day off work an appointment in the morning but the afternoon was free, so I decided to have a walk around Wicken Fen, it was a dull day and the light was really low, but it is always a joy walking round what is the oldest nature reserve.
As I left the car park and walked down the track past the centre I could see lots of birds on the feeders, including a male and female mealy (common) redpoll the male already showing its breeding colours having a red tinged breast, slightly larger than the lesser redpoll which you are more likely to see in the Summer, I was lucky to see these two birds as there are usually only about 310 birds in the winter and only 3-4 breeding pairs in the Summer.
As I walked round the fen I was soon away from any walkers and regretted not wearing any gloves as it can get cold out here, I could see the Konik ponies on the fen, used here as they tend to feed on young trees and scrub and in doing so they are keeping the fen as it should be.

Konik ponies grazing on the fen at Wicken
I stood and watched for a while and took in how quiet it was, no sound of Traffic only the wigeon whistling on the fen.
As I turned up the track I could see in the distance a Muntjac deer grazing on the track, there were more Konik ponies grazing in another field I stood here a while when suddenly a barn owl seemed to fly from nowhere, un seen by me it had been sitting on a low branch at the side of the field as when it had finished it’s hunting it returned there.

the sudden appearance of a hunting Barn Owl
I watched the Barn Owl hunting for a while and decided to carry on up the track, The Muntjac was unaware of me and carried on grazing I managed to get close.

Munjac was unaware of me as I walked along the track
I wondered how close I could get, but all of a sudden it heard me and sprinted off up the track tail up and soon disappeared into the reedbeds.

The Muntjac takes flight
I was now turning back towards the main centre as I walked along Wicken Lode, but I could just make out something in the red beds in the distance and using my scope I could see a male Marsh Harrier sitting on a post turning its head looking from side to side the eyes not missing a thing, I watched him for a while until he flexed his wings once or twice then he took to the air flying over the reeds and away.
All in all for such a cold grey day there was lots to see, even if my hands were cold.