Closer?

Greenish?  Lights!  Camera! Action?  Nope.  Arrived at St. Mary's at 07:10 (for those who subscribe to Birdguides, note that time).

I was beckoned over with all due haste to the NW willows and so ran gazelle-like to be told it was 'there'.  But it was not.  The little bleeder is clearly competition to Usain Bolt and had darted into cover.

And, not surprisingly, for the next 110 minutes, it sat out of view, flicking me the ornithological 'v's.