Following on from a long morning, I wasn't exactly expecting a text from the Teacher late afternoon. He'd been off dipping a Hoopooebird at Slapton [See The Murphys' twitters for porn of said. They got there earlier..] instead of at the Nose.
But there it was, he'd travelled down and not only had he had great views of Knot [needed for Year, note past tense..], but he'd only gone and found a Wryneck!*
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrggghhhh!
Cue Roadrunner.
I was there very fast [as fast as you could be, legally] and braking from a run to a careful walk once in sight of Sandy Point's scrubby adjacencies, where he was...
And the Wryneck wasn't.
Word starts with F and sounds like a Mallard.
I wasn't entirely surprised, Wrynecks are slippery little gits. We tried hard but bad light stopped play.
Spot The Wryneck....
Yeah, exactly.
There were Wheatears, and it was good to catch up with the Teacher after a few weeks of near-misses, but mostly just;
Ah, yes, dipping, sucks, doesn't it?
Life's a- and so on.
Be Seeing You...
[[* Last seen Wryneck at the Nose being September 2016 - see this very blog for photos!!]]
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