The CBC website, as mentioned below, will be available from the beginning of next month. I’ve had a sneak preview and, must say, it’s looking very good. Well done to those who’ve put in the time, effort and expertise to make it happen.
Today is, I hope, merely a brief prelude to the Grosse Fuge of tomorrow. It started disastrously, with my missing 4 Goosanders over Gramboro’, mercilessly gripped off by Bradders- and not helped by my being less than 3 metres tall. The male Stonechat remains there- and is now in a fascinating plumage and quite different from when it was regularly being claimed as a Sibe.
Walsey was bypassed, in the rush to get to Warham Greens, before the multitude. My car was the third on the concrete pad and, within minutes, I was gorging on the gorgeous, apricot-gorgeted RbFlycatcher. (Congrats and thanks, Stuart. May you produce similar feats many more times this autumn.)
Not that the bird facilitated my snapping, as the results below illustrate- although I seem to have a reasonable shot of it in flight. Others seem to have had more luck.
With tummy gurgling, it was time for Wells town, to buy a temporarily portable lunch, then The Woods. A Yellow-browed called several times in the Dell, but kept invisible. I believe I heard another call faintly, from further away, almost concurrently.
Eventually, I gave up and moved west, to the Almost-Moist-Spongy-Boggy-Depression, which used to be the Drinking Pool. A couple of trrrs later, and a Pied Fly flew into a tree above us, then performed magnificently. Further west still, where there are deciduous trees both sides of the main track, and a camera-shy Yellow-browed hove into view, occasionally calling in a half-hearted way.
A few Siskins and Redpolls flew over from time to time, calling.
