An enjoyable, if foggy, afternoon at Sculthorpe produced the following:
1 Nuthatch
5 Marsh Tits (including 2 singing - thinking it's spring when I'm still in my winter plumage)
1 Barn Owl
3 Water Rail
20+ Brambling (some coming into very smart plumage)
A fantastic flock of at least 150+ Siskin feeding in the Alders by the river, and with 2 Lesser Redpolls among them. There could easily have been more as the flock was actively feeding.
and 1 male Golden Pheasant that presumably is one of those that had fallen off the back of a lorry.
A little story for you ... remember how annoying it can be when dear old Joe Public calls every birder a twitcher? Well, here's a variation on the theme which I rather like.
A non-birding friend of my husbands at his lip reading class has a habit of choosing the wrong word for many situations. Apparently, he accosted a group of birders in Holkham Park last weekend with the greeting 'Ah, so you're a group of flashers then?'!! It's not recorded what the response was... So, there you go ... I've often wondered what we really should be called! Very handy to have another term to use innit?!
Irene