After my nemesis was gifted a tick yesterday, and moved two ahead, it made what might be an average bird to some a significant one for me. I would, had I read BirdForum last night 'afore slumber', have nipped to East Chev. this morning, but the Pope's visit must have precipitated The Big Man Upstairs directing that I went into work for 7:10 am and not to the North Pool (overnight, there was some substantial faeces that had hit the device to circulate currents of air, especially one with rotating blades). It was ideal that I was at my desk not 20 miles away. Phew!
But after my eight hours of public service, I thought I would give it a go.
Thirty five minutes later, and no ruddy duck! Plenty to see, but no ticks to be had. And then, beyond the islands, with scope at 60x, a stiffy (ooo-errr, Mrs Gimlet!). And with it, I draw level with my best birding year (2007) at 209. And one step nearer 'himself'!
If all else fails, can I count an Aylesbury Duck!?!?!?