I wished I could agree, but with my preference for trying to winkle out migrants, the scarcer the better, June is a month of treading water. Spring is over, autumn is yet to begin.
This evening was pretty typical. I can't show you my best photograph, in case the blighters are planning to breed. Instead you'll have to make do with a rather nice tree.
The Canada Geese at the flashes (and possibly the cows) could see something they didn't like the look of, probably a fox or a badger, but it remained hidden.
The best I could do, rarity-wise, was a rubbish photograph of the Shelducks which have returned to the distant flash.