The conditions meant that there weren't very many birds singing, but one I had been hoping for did manage a single song phrase before resuming its silence. I refer to a Willow Warbler. One or two Chiffchaffs and a single Blackcap also gave away their presence in this way.
The main activity took place at the flash field where we got the first sighting of the year of the Little Owl.
Turning round to look at a Raven on some pylons, beyond it we spotted a Buzzard and what was probably a Red Kite, but they were so far away I wasn't 100% certain. I had been scanning all the likely looking fields for a Wheatear to the amusement of my friends, but I had the last laugh when I spotted one in the main ploughed field.
The best thing of all was that all the Richard's enjoyed themselves.