Today, well yesterday now, was the first birding I've done since last I posted. Other than quick looks out of assorted windows, that is. One such look got me a lovely Willow Warbler last week, so not entirely fruitless.. :)
Anyways, getting off another merry week's nights, I resolved to hit the Nose no matter what. This turned out to be a pretty good idea, as it happens.
[[Or at least, so I thought - bloody cuckoos.... ::Mutter mutter:: ]]
There were some actual migrants, with Chiffs hitting double figures and small parties of Woodpigs coming in/off all morning.. As was my first Swallow of the year! :D
There were also these two, mobile around the bushes where the Second Slope and South Side meet the Upper Meadow;
Singly,
Demonstrating the name
Horribly lit random passerine, singing in a scorched gorse bush
And then together!
The Stripy-headed Lads' Club
I'm tempted to say "name those birds", but really, one's very easy and one's probably impossible. They both cleared off disappointingly quickly - having places to go and ladies to find [the horde of assorted territorial Dunnocks and Robins probably didn't help, either].
The 1w GND with the thigh patches was in Hope Cove and came right in close. As did 5 Razorbills - two sets of full s/pl duos and a lone full w/pl.
Further out - in the Ore Stone Channel before flying over to Thatcher Rock - was this;
Pics courtesy of a borrowed ATX!
Nice wingflap shot
This 2cy was pretty much in 1s plumage and while range and light mean I can't be certain, I suspect this was not my first sighting of this one.. ;)
After those beauties, I had a fair spring in my step, only slightly dented by finding out that the Inner Harbour Gull Loafing Station seems to be gone for good. They're putting in a marina. Joy...
Right then. I have re-arranged business tomorrow, so no filthy twitching for me :( With Sunday taken too, it looks like it'll be another 16-odd years before I get that lovely bird in Devon.
Bugger.
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