After losing Saturday to apathy and bakery [what?], Sunday was a day full of this that and the other.
No, no time for multiple commas in that sentence.
Patch first, in the never-ending never-achieved madness futility quest for a proper Mega of my own:
Hope's Nose early on [I can get up sometimes] was busy with anglers and the Running Man, but not so much with birds. The northerly-ish wind and sunshine were an interesting combination, though the sheltered bits were only used by another increase in Blackbird numbers. Other birders had Fieldfares, but they'd* waited for me to head down, so I missed them :(
A Purple Sand-ish wader on The Lead Stone with a couple of Oyks was probably one, but that was almost the only interest to find. There were also a few scoter off by the oyster farm - and yes you're going to get blobbed as a matter of principle - but before that you can have some nice waxcaps;
Hygrocybe persistens
Fibrous Waxcap
Meadow Waxcap
Ok, here we go...
Count the blobs Guillemots
Perhaps not as full an examination as I'd have liked, but time was pressing, as I had a very important commitment to fulfil.
Also, cake was involved.
:D
[[Yes, I provided it. Not entirely mercenary, you know!]]
And after that, lunch was... Somewhat further south.
But that's coming up in the next exciting** installment of
Baaaaaaaaaackwaaaaaard Biiiiiiirdiiiiiing!!
[[[No, I have no idea where that came from, either...]]]
Be Seeing You...
[[* The Fieldfares, not the birders, who were Mr and Mrs Peregrine]]
[[** It will get exciting. Er, a bit more exciting. If you like bad photos of half-decent birds, anyway.]]
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