The icy water surface of the flooded gravel pit is full of piping teal and wigeon, mallards, barnacle and pink footed geese, ascending lapwings and clouds of circling black headed gulls. Silent and hidden among broken reeds and rushes, the snipe are hunkering down. The stripes down their backs almost completely mimic their surroundings. A shrill cry above from a possible predator catapults birds into the air, but snipe stay still.
The soft winter evening light glows off their plumage and the myriad stripes of surrounding vegetation.