Well, dear Reader, the first-footing post-Italy was a mixed bag. Snook in an hour before work at The Pools. Nice to have to halt my drive north from Cresswell by a dozen Grey Partridge crossing L:R. My quarry was the Red-necked Grebe seen yesterday, but like all my troubles in The Beatles' song, it was clearly far away. Plenty of activity on the water, but nothing too exciting.
On the sea, various silhouettes, many from Red-throated Divers, but the bright sun was stifling identifying anything else definitively. Five Arctic Skuas were teaming up to 'rob' terns of their breakfast - I have never seen that many in one scope view.
Passing Cresswell on the way back, the lone figure of Mr McLevy warranted a quick chat, and as ever, his wisdom pointed me towards a Curlew Sandpiper in with a dozen Dunlin north of the causeway. After ticking it, it was off south to earn a penny or two to keep the wolf from the door and a Barn Owl was sitting on a fence post near the Hide. It lifted and flew west such that had there been anyone in the Hide, they would have had an unprecedented view as it flew level with the windows and only feet away. Magic!
At base, a quick internet 'hit' on Birdguides showed a Greenish Warbler at St. Mary's and so an early departure from the office gave me time for a quick prod of a few bushes without success. The hike back to the car did yield a Merlin that disappeared west over the fields towards the caravan park.
And I see that this evening, the little green blighter is back, but tomorrow will have little chance of a return visit.
Bring on Saturday's pelagic!!
No comments:
Post a Comment