If birding is a game, then today was definitely a game of two halves. In the morning I basically had a nightmare, but the afternoon brought salvation.
I had got up early to find rain pelting down. Obviously my enthusiasm kicked in. Why wouldn't it? I was birding at Earlswood by 06:05. The rain had pepped up if anything, and it caused my first wrong decision as I opted not to cross the causeway into the driving rain but rather to scan from the relative shelter of the Malthouse Lane side of Engine.
Thus after about an hour I had seen the Egyptian Goose and the usual Yellow-legged Gull plus a few hirundines, two Common Terns, and a Little Egret. My plan had always been to return home to get Lyn up, and to return later (incorporating a visit to my sister's house).
Just as I set out for the post-breakfast visit Whatsapp ping'd. Turnstone on Engine Pool (John Oates). I'd barely pressed the accelerator before he added the news it had flown. He was looking for it.
I joined him, and we were joined by Mike Inkip. John had checked most of the likely spots, but Mike and I gave the Malthouse Lane side another look. Nothing better than a Kestrel hunting the causeway bank.
I went to my sister's, but called in again on the way back home. Almost immediately I got onto a Falcon heading away over the houses. Definitely not the Kestrel, this was a Hobby or a Peregrine. Initially it was mobbed by a large gull before briefly disappearing behind roofs. It then reappeared but just kept getting further and further away. My gut feeling was Hobby, but I was concerned that on the initial view it had looked a tiny bit too large. In the end I gave up on it. Hobby would have been my first this year, while Peregrine would have been a site tick (surprisingly). The Turnstone appeared to be absent, so I concluded it had gone.
But then....back home after lunch another message from John. Birdguides was reporting that the Turnstone was still present. I was back in the car, and pretty soon John confirmed he was watching it.
By the time I arrived my adrenaline levels were no doubt high because I found myself sprinting the first section. 100 metres in about 30 seconds (not exactly Olympic standard). I joined John who pointed to the Turnstone. What a relief. Yes I know they are common on the coast, but this was only the third or fourth site record. It had presumably been forced to bail out when it met the wet weather this morning, delaying its migration back to the high arctic.
In contrast to my arrival, Janet and later John Sirrett, ambled up. Janet was in time to get good views, but John had only flight views before it flew off and disappeared around the trees masking part of the Malthouse Lane shoreline. We were sure it would reappear, but apparently it hasn't yet.
On the way back Janet and I watched a brood of Mallard ducklings leaping from the path alongside Engine Pool near Wood Lane car park as a curious Jackdaw ambled up, no doubt wondering whether it could tackle a duckling. The drop was the equivalent of a human jumping off the roof of a house, but of course they all landed unharmed.
Later in the afternoon the Turnstone was indeed relocated, allowing those who have to work for a living the chance to see it.