I saw my first Grebe at the age of about 12 on a lake (Mount
Farm I think) in Bletchley. It was a Great Crested or at least they were as
they went through their ritual dance and ever since then I found the species a
delightful one to watch and find them even in winter plumage a beautiful bird.
After missing out on the Solitary Sandpiper at Nateby,
Reeces rugby and a slight hang over on the Sunday and working from the office
for the rest of the week, I decided to head up to Fairhaven Lake to try and
capture some photographs in the poor light and rain of the Slavonian Grebe that
has been resident there for most of the week.
Upon arriving there was no sign of it which happened the
last time I twitched (or dipped!) a bird at Fairhaven. Thankfully the bird was
just diving and soon appeared from around one of the boats moored at the side
of the lake about a meter away. I
watched with several other birders in the slight drizzle not needing a scope or
even binoculars as it bobbed along on the choppy water. 
