I had the opportunity for a few hours extra birding today when Lyn and Maureen, visiting from Australia, decided on a shopping expedition to Solihull. My only part was to drop them off and pick them up.
I spent the intervening time at Earlswood, trying to see the confounded Mandarin. This time I was successful. It was sitting on its preferred bough good as gold.
Earlier in the morning another Ringed Plover had turned up, but this time I was tipped off that it had flown off before I even left the house.
The second visit had to be late morning, just as the grockle was arriving to ruin the tranquility of the place. But despite youngsters playing music at full volume and dog walkers throwing sticks into the lake so that their dogs could splash around ad infinitum, I still managed a brief view of another half decent bird. As I scanned one of the rafts I noticed a Sedge Warbler at its edge, though it soon disappeared into the vegetation growing over most of the structure.
I may be wrong, but I get the impression that not many Sedge Warblers are seen at Earlswood Lakes these days.
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