A trip to Maud Terrace in West Allotment, to photograph Waxwings, was a chilling experience. I arrived to find 25 birds in a ringer's mist net. After assisting in extracting and bagging them, I stood with a couple of photographers waiting for the birds to return to feed on the Rowan berries. It was a fruitless wait, and only prolonged by a kind resident who popped out with a much needed cup of coffee.
The birds kept promising to land but a Mistle Thrush was on guard, and after two hours I was hypothermic.
As a consolation I snapped a few garden visitors before beelining for a hot lamb casserole.