More mornings of early starts with fewer rewards. We had hoped that a turn in the weather would stop the rot and drop us in a few gems. The opposite happened. Now though it is the time of the Jays. They are everywhere, usually with a gob or a crop full of acorns, which they will plant all over east London and promptly forget about most of them. Smart bird the Jay!
On the plus side I did get a Greenshank calling over the Alex last Friday. Couldn't see it, never usually can with waders, but distinctive enough for a positive ID. Would have been nice to have got a glimpse, even if it was just an arse heading off west.
After Saturday's early start, I did the same again on Sunday. It caught up with me somewhere near the Roding and although I did a full shift of 12+ hours most of it was in a prone position somewhere or other.
Nuthatch again on two days, it would be nice to think there are more than just the one bird. Next Treecreeper. And I still wait for my Osprey.
Not too sure what this lot were up to. Either they are being well trendy and doing an Usain Bolt, or an insane nazi.