Fewer Terns, Fewer Puns

Also fewer words.. Honest.




To the Nose this morning, where I managed to find some scarce migrants!

Scarce for the Nose, that is; Sedge Warblers!!!
An adult in the company of a juvenile, and very confiding [compared to previous bush-lurking subsong-singing examples] too. Sylvias were very much the order of the day, with a Garden Warbler, several Blackcap, and a heap of Whitethroat far outnumbering the few Chiffs.


Overhead, the Star Award was shared by a couple of Sand Martins and a lovely Yellow Wagtail - with only a few finches for compant, though.



At sea, there was another surprise, as I discovered the Ore Stone ledges to be loaded with roosting Kittiwakes! I counted an impressive 419 - mostly low down and away from the Geebs [and who would blame them]. The light was not helpful, and so a flock of 68 terns were Commic as they headed for the Bay, though the 8 behind them were Sarnies. I didn't see any shears or skuas, but at least 23 Gannet were still in the vicinity.


Wandering back up, a cracking Small Copper was sunning itself by the First Slope; a typically awful pretty pic may be added here in the future.


EDIT:

Ta-da!

Small but perfectly formed.

While I'm at it, here's a Magpie Moth, too!

Looks like there'll be a few more about next year.