Finally, an LGB was attracted by the proven method of imitating its sad little whistle. I use a teeth whistle myself, and this reminds me of Lauren Bacall’s famous line in To Have and Have Not (1944) “” You know how to whistle don’t you Steve – you just put your lips together and blow”, because that was clearly not a teeth whistle, and, if you think about it, probably not any kind of whistle at all. The LGB quickly perceived (no great feat in the present circumstances) that the hide was tenanted by non-grassbirds and disappeared into the typha, not to reappear. That just might have been, but probably was not, a disappointment for the family party that then appeared (with scooters rather than binoculars), curiously the only other users of the hide between 0600 and 0830, given that it was a Saturday, and a brilliant morning. Maybe everyone heard about the dead fish.
