Walking the causeway through the reed-beds is always full of interest. Handfuls of bird seed, scattered by the path lured birds into view. Willow tits, a tree creeper and a nuthatch. I could hear redpoll but could not see them.
Male and female pintails were pairing and soon to breed. But not here. In winter, pintails gather in numbers on freshwater pools, in estuaries, but to breed they migrate to northern Europe, to North America. I love the thought of their summer breeding habitat on the northern tundra.
The pintail is a dabbling duck. They dip, head-down to forage on aquatic plant material. Not a diving duck. That up-ended posture is often observed as they feed.
An Audobon website includes recordings of various pintail calls. We didn't hear them calling this morning but it would be tricky to pick out their call from amongst the other birds.