Late out again. Another hangover. Bob had already found a female Redstart in the brooms and Rich had found him. I found them both. Then I wandered off. Rich wandered off leaving Bob stare into the broom where his bird had chosen to vanish. I only got a hundred yards off when I heard shouting. Bob was waving his arms and pointing. Better not be the Redstart, I thought.
"Short-eared Owl!". I looked towards where he pointed. I could see a few crows circling about and a paler bird in the mix. SOE, get in! Clever crows, clever Rich for picking them up (his first for the patch).
It felt like there could be other stuff just waiting to be found. It still is!