Bashing On

Saturday Saturday... What was Saturday..??

 

Oh yes. 

I dragged myself down the Nose, despite my head muttering dire threats, and gave all I could find a good turning over.

[It should be noted Thursday involved work - and much grinding of teeth - and Friday no real letup from the latter if not the former]

Things were not a patch on the previous weekend, but the Nose was not birdless and sometimes things strike poses for you;

Hello there

Sexy legs

Ahem.

Speaking of legs...

S/pl GND!

The gratuitous feets sticking out the back is a very simple way of picking a silhouetted [or indeed non-silhouetted] diver from Cormorant or Shag at range.

 

This otherwise gloriously summer-marked bird slightly spoiling the Majestic look by flying along with its bill gaping open like it'd just flown the Atlantic or something...

Whimbrel

 

A rather put-upon bird, pestered by all and sundry...

 

Rockit

Struck a pose. Had to be done.

Spring Squill

Still a passage of hirundiness moving through, and in bursts of reasonable numbers but of all the exciting things singing the previous weekend, only 2 Whitethroats and a lurking Garden remained.

The first Bush Cricket of the year was singing at LookOut, but of course invisibly so. 

Looking to sea, small gulls had reappeared, with a 2cy Med Gull loitering off the outfall, joined by 2 BHGs [adults]. At least 3 Harbour Porpoise were feeding to the NE, first seen in a little while. Gannets and Kittiwakes were offshore in small numbers, but the Whimbrel was the only passage wader I noted.

The day was not, however done, as I had some Fun With The Folks to come!

[Yes, that's "Next Time, on Backward Birding"! ]

Be Seeing You...