So last time I went to the canal, there was a single lonesome grebe sitting in the timber pool, calling hopefully. I say "hopefully", although, to be honest, it could have been anything; imagine the sound of a frog gargling with a squeaky toy and you won't be far wrong.
The weather wasn't all that promising - rather overcast sky, and a stiff southerly breeze - but I headed back up there anyway, thinking maybe he'd have made some progress.
Well, he was still there, but in the canal this time, patrolling up and down and still calling.
The timber pool seemed empty (if you don't count ducks and coots), but halfway back in the reeds on the right, a couple of familiar looking heads appeared: two more grebes. And after a bit of preening, they squared up to each other and starting twisting and bobbing their heads.
It wasn't quite the full-on dance - it appears this pair is still learning the steps - but it's a good incentive to head back in a week or so to see how they're getting on.
Tech stuff: taken with the mirror lens, and treated with a fair bit of cropping and deblurring. But between the distance and the gloom, this is at the limit of what my trusty old G1 can do.
Thanks for stopping to take a look.