Once you commit yourself to a year list, even an #LocalBigYear, you have to accept that birds will come to your notice at awkward moments.
Today I had just returned from Shirley with my Mum, and was preparing lunch for the three of us when my phone pinged. Josh Toogood was letting me know that a Whooper Swan had been found at Lower Bittell Res this morning.
I hurriedly switched to "anxious face", and Lyn and my mum knew lunch would be delayed. But not by much. Josh's excellent info meant I knew exactly where to park, where to stride to (I don't really do running any more), and where the bird should be viewed from.
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| Whooper Swan |
So this was about as efficient a twitch as it was possible to do. I was back in the house, equilibrium restored, within 40 minutes.
It's not really birding, but a tick's a tick. I think it might even be a Bittell tick.
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