... yielded nothing. While the east coast was dripping with the little beauties, even Rainham bagged one early doors, we searched in vain for our own jewel. Five of us spent most of the morning looking at Chiffchaff parties as they moved through the canopy and bushes, while listening for a distinctive call that never came. A Red-breasted Flycatcher would have done, or a Barred Warbler.
Still the Stonechat appears is 2, or could even be 4, but definitely 2. We were watching the one by Jubilee while Tony found another in the brooms with the Whinchat. My relocated bird from yesterday, as I thought. Then Dan found 2 with the Whinchats closer to west copse. And then we couldn't find any.
Otherwise virtually the same cast as the week: yesterday's Lesser Redpoll was today's Siskin, and in the case of the Wigeon - the same as last weekend.
Could get interesting in the next few days with easterlies forecast and unsettled weather. I think Ouzel. Not going to put my house on it, but...
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