I wonder if that cock wigeon I saluted with two barrels on the last day of the season is now back on his breeding ground. He may be seeking a partner on some Icelandic moorland or quiet inland water, but one thing is sure — these modern times of pollution, drainage and general disturbance make the chances of a successful breeding season slimmer and slimmer.
Fortunately for him and us, the wigeon is a fairly adaptable creature. Over the years, he has changed his habits and diet to suit the new environment that has been forced upon him by man and progress.
One of the marshes I shoot has gradually deteriorated over