Finally after hundreds of miles tramped round the flats and the park I hear a bird that we were beginning to think we'd never hear again. If it had called a few minutes earlier it might well have ended up on the wrong side of a male sprawk, which hurtled through the area. Luckily it didn't and now I don't have to go to Bushey Park.
Shite pics because I was on the wrong setting, shows how much I had been using the camera today...
With a few tardy Wheatear, 1 Whinchat, a Cuckoo, 2 Little Ringed Plover, the patch has been flattering to decieve. The weather's March, the birding leaning towards June and the state of enthusiasm bordering on appathy.
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