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No. Not an image of that glorious full moon at the end of January but of one of its local consequences. My local wigeon flock is a highlight of every winter in Claxton, but during a full moon they feed by night and this makes them restless and highly active by day. They become skittish and flighty, reacting strongly to predators (passing marsh harriers or peregrines) or low-flying aircraft. When the air is cold and the sky almost Hellenic blue, these rushing flocks create the most beautiful fractal patterns - repeat lozenges of grey, angled bars of white, buffy blazes, heads of chestnut and all to the woodwind of their passage and the whooing sounds of their voices. The males are perhaps most beautiful just as they come into land on the waters of the Yare, when they momentarily look like white-winged angels descending.
© Mark Cocker 2019