I was very bad today and left work a little early, (OK, left work very early) to go on a Brambling hunt. My excuse to myself (and staff) was there was a load of Christmas trees to collect in the general area of Dalby so I would be absolutely stupid not to go myself and get out of the office.
My first port of call was the Dalby feeding station where a huge flock of Chaffinch kept me busy for half an hour. As much as I tried I couldn't find my target. I would have to try much harder.
The woman at the visitor centre couldn't understand why I wanted to know where Flax Dale was but she finally gave me directions (once she was confident I wasn't planning an illegal New Year rave). Once in the area I walked until I stumbled across a Beech wood amongst the conifers.
GSW, Jay, various tits, Goldcrest, Tree Creeper and several large flocks of Siskin kept me alert, as did a party of Crossbill. The light was very poor and many of the birds were just black shapes high up in the trees.
Just as I was about to give up hope, an enormous flock of orange birds took off from the woodland floor, quite far from the path I was on. Obviously these were my Brambling but I wanted confirmation. Walking through the wood I eventually found a fragment group of birds and was able to get one in my scope. Result!
I will have to get up extra early for work tomorrow but it was well worth it. Need a new Bogey Bird now.