So I got there as quickly as I could (19.10) and marched to the flash, being delayed only by a Badger (more of that later). Scope set up and bingo, four juvenile Ruff. Fantastic. This weather had, as I had hoped, done the business. Rotten for photography though.
The four Ruffs grouped together |
At least I had remembered my mobile phone this time. I headed back, and was just going past the pool when an odd call, strangely Snipe like, had me wheeling round in time to see three Grey Partridges disappearing over the ridge.
Well I just had to ring Lyn, who managed to sound interested despite the fact that she was immersed in the Great British Bake-off. My only slight twinge of regret was that even the Ruffs weren't a year-tick, but then a bird which was, popped onto the top of the hedge and Lyn got to hear "Whinchat" shoe-horned into the conversation.
By now it was basically dark, so the following shot is purely for the record.
95. Whinchat |
I soon tired of waiting for it to put its head up, and when I moved on so did the Badger.
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