Looking For Shrikes In All The Wrong Places. Pt.2, If At First You Don't Succeed... Fail Again.

Another day of potentially sunny [well, ish. At times.] weather saw me try again to find a lovely little shrike of my very own.

Forecasts and forked tongues and so on.

[To be fair, there was lots of blue sky, just not where I was....]

Anyways, I got rained on a lot for no shrikes.

Spot the shrike

[Oh wait, you can't...]

It was a bit damp underfoot

Itsa slug!

Worth a try and so on.

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Bonxing Day, and a long overdue Day Out With The Folks.

We went to Fernworthy in the forecast promise of sunshine and light winds.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA..........

Ahem.

Oh we got rained on.

Yes, some lovely sunshine, and we had a nice lunch at the WWM clearfell [no shrike, obv., but it was nice] but then the rain opened up.

We had waterproofs and so on [Trust Not the weather, my dear, or ye shall be soggy] and the rain eased eventually.

Then it came back. With friends. And hail. These were Serious Squalls, warm[ish] moist vs cold dry[ish] air.

My camera misbehaved, so photos even more limited to its whims;

South Teign

Big Boss sammich

The Mallards had gone, with but a single Tufty visible on the Res. between the deluges.

Despite how that read, we had a rather nice time [well, aside from the weather], with the sunny bits made the most of.

Would have been nice to find a shrike, though.

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