Each time I see a rail, it confounds the conventional wisdom that these are secretive, crepuscular birds.

During a recent walk, I brought along my wife instead of my binoculars and camera. This proved to be a mistake in so many ways. The Lady Gannet is given to chat and can be quite distracting with her monologues on kitchen flooring and the virtues of eggshell paint.

Despite the background noise, which I have learned to filter, I can usually cast an eye around for something interesting to interrupt her with. On this occasion however, her chatter was interspersed with phrases such as “don’t you think?” and “anyway, they are starting on Monday”. Such phrases are calculated to ring alarm bells and I sometimes think she does it on purpose.

As we crossed the bridge over the outflow from the lake in Mote Park, I glanced downstream and right in the middle of the flow on a mat of tangled debris, sat a Water Rail, Rallus aquaticus.

As we watched, the rail skipped into the water and made its way to the edge. It proceeded to come upstream towards us until it was almost beneath our feet. It seemed oblivious to the people walking their children and dogs and appeared not to hear Lady Gannet bleating on about how well grey grout would work with cream wall tiles.

I had an opportunity to return a few days later, but this time took my optics which have the advantage over my wife of not complaining about the cold or the distance from the nearest toilet.

The Water Rail was just as confiding as it had been before. One could almost say it was bold. It held its own against a number of mallards and coots who were squabbling over thrown food. It hopped into the reeds when a dog leapt in to chase the ducks off, but reappeared within moments to finish up the food that the scaredy ducks had left behind.

Having eaten its fill, it moved slightly downstream to bathe and preen. I left it just before midday having watched it for about 45 minutes, my opinion of conventional wisdom in tatters.

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Redgannet has been working for over 33 years as a crew member/flight attendant and enjoys the well-ventilated air of the outdoors. The nom de blog, Redgannet, was adopted to add an air of mystery and to make himself more attractive to women. His father first whetted Redguga's appetite for all things natural by buying him his first pair of 7x35s and a copy of Thorburn's Birds. Having no mentor beyond an indulgent parent, he spent the first season hoping for an Egyptian Vulture at the bird table in his English garden. His most memorable birding moment is seeing an Egyptian Vulture with those same binoculars 26 years later. Redgannet is married to Canon, but his heart and half of his house belongs to Helen and their son Joseph. He is looking forward to communicating with people who don't ask if he is searching for the "feathered variety" of bird.