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Now it feels like spring- plodding along the Orwell this AM looking for scoter when @brame99 sent a pair of BNGs over from the north shore to keep me amused. Up periscope every time a Herring Gull went over.
That was a handy hint that there's a Black Redstart lurking about on patch. If I have pressed the buttons in the right order it should be all giffed up and shivering its tail below. https://t.co/KZ9HWmv0yb
Learned a thing today and got some goosebumps in the process- GND doing the haunting single note wail from the throat without opening its beak. This one AM today got separated from its dive buddy and tried a few skirls to re-establish contact.
GND snorkelling round a Little Egret in slack water on the Stour looked not unlike one of those doomy leopard seal versus penguin tableaux so beloved of Frozen Planet.
Sometimes you have to cut your losses. I've had a Bearded Tit painting on the go that hasn't come right even after a couple of stern warnings, so I've binned it and used the leftover orangey and darker paint to do a Little Stint.
No idea when I last would have seen four flavours of falcon in 24 hours, but they popped up in the right places last night and today- so here's a speedmontage of them from imp to imperious.
So much bad going on out there it seems wrong somehow to bung on some music and fiddle about with a painting, but anyway- here's the finish up of paint of a Turtle Dove week 4 of August up in an ash and having its flank quiffed by the then gales.
Time for my annual effort to do a gif of a Whinchat boinging in the wind- normaltimes I wrap the toes tightly around a stalk like coils but this one y'day was supporting full body weight on left inner and right middle toe no problem. https://t.co/2EZQAWsQOc
Nice out, now its September- lunchtime today on the rising tide everything inc. this Grey Plover was racing to get in the lee of the lumps in the teeth of a pretty mild north-easterly.
OK weather for Stone Curlew I guess. I was thwarted in my plan to check SC plot in cool of yesterday evening by a roosting male Marsh Harrier sat in the middle - he gave me a baleful squint and then went back to sleep.