Ilya Maclean
charlatan
Absolutely cracking day out today with a British tick for me and self-found to boot!
With the weather looking excellent for overshoots, but a bit of a hangover, I decided to save the Point for tomorrow and that Burnham Overy Dunes contained the right mix of good habo and lazy birding. Perching on top of the dunes looking for migrants very quickly paid dividends, with a superb view of a male Montagu's Harrier, which continued to show on and off for the next hour. Obvious signs of visible migration, with several Yellow Wagtails and a Tree Pipit over and quite a few hirundines. Enjoying the sign, and lying in the dunes and lazily scanning the horizen for raptors, I suddenly heard what sounded very like a Bee-eater go over. Adrenaline pumping a jumped-up, and spent quite a while looking for it. I was beginning to simulataniously doubt and curse myself for a missed opportunity, when I picked it out high and quite distant in a flock of anting Black-headed gulls. I got the scope on it, and no doubt what it was. BEE-EATER!!. A new British bird for me and self-found to boot!
The rest of the day continued in fine fettle, with more Whimbrel than you can shake a stick at, two Ring Ouzels in the Dunes, a Blue-headed Wagtail and White Wagtail as well as several more Yellow Wagtails at Burnham Marshes and a booming Bittern, a squealing Water Rail a nice male Red-crested Pochard and three superb breeding plumage Spotted Redshanks during an evening walk around Titchwell after the crowds had left.
With the weather looking excellent for overshoots, but a bit of a hangover, I decided to save the Point for tomorrow and that Burnham Overy Dunes contained the right mix of good habo and lazy birding. Perching on top of the dunes looking for migrants very quickly paid dividends, with a superb view of a male Montagu's Harrier, which continued to show on and off for the next hour. Obvious signs of visible migration, with several Yellow Wagtails and a Tree Pipit over and quite a few hirundines. Enjoying the sign, and lying in the dunes and lazily scanning the horizen for raptors, I suddenly heard what sounded very like a Bee-eater go over. Adrenaline pumping a jumped-up, and spent quite a while looking for it. I was beginning to simulataniously doubt and curse myself for a missed opportunity, when I picked it out high and quite distant in a flock of anting Black-headed gulls. I got the scope on it, and no doubt what it was. BEE-EATER!!. A new British bird for me and self-found to boot!
The rest of the day continued in fine fettle, with more Whimbrel than you can shake a stick at, two Ring Ouzels in the Dunes, a Blue-headed Wagtail and White Wagtail as well as several more Yellow Wagtails at Burnham Marshes and a booming Bittern, a squealing Water Rail a nice male Red-crested Pochard and three superb breeding plumage Spotted Redshanks during an evening walk around Titchwell after the crowds had left.