As is so often the case early optimism that the weather might have dropped something in, buoyed on arrival by several singing Chiffchaffs, was snuffed out as I got to the flashes to discover it was same old, same old. Two Redshanks, two Green Sandpipers, six Teal, and about eight Lapwings.
However, salvation was at hand as I spotted a familiar outline on a branch of one of the oak trees.
Little Owl |
Next came a brief stop on rival territory. At Haselor scrape, in addition to the usual Teal and Lapwings there was a taste of summer. A Little Ringed Plover. I just need it to head for Morton Bagot next.
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