Spent a few hours up north yesterday afternoon - the weather was great, the birds poor. Cresswell and Druridge were absolutely chokka, so much so I didn't even try and get parked at the latter. East Chev. was better, but still busy. The Harrier lady had little to report (or was playing her cards very close to her chest!).
The North Pool was a gull and tern fest (Common and Sandwich), plenty of Sedgies and Stonechats and Linnets and Mipits too! But nothing to get the pulse racing.
And so home to start the BBQ and checking the phone showed a Temminck's at Earsdon. Super - I had no time earlier to hot-foot it to Newton Stringer's patch so off we jollywell went and Top Bloke Lord Dack of the Sluice was just leaving and Sir Alan Jack was still there.
Eh voila - Le Bécasseau de Temminck was duly ticked. Crackin' views, and what a wee chap he/she was.
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