Winter is not a time you may expect to be going around the bushes and trees of your Patch, looking out for warblers.
But in fact it is well worth it, as while winters may be a bit nippy to us [well, some of us], they're a darn sight milder than in, say, siberia.
So we have some very small birds flying a very long way to spend time with us. And that's not counting vagrants.
Or thrushes.
Or vagrant thrushes.
Or...
Ahem.
After my blink and you've missed it YBW at the Nose [I'm sure it's around somewhere, watch those tit and crest bands], The Artist showed us all how it's done by not only getting one that hangs around [sort of] at Broadsands, but also an even showier and rarer version at his home home Patch of Clennon.
This one;
Hume's Warbler
A colder duller Yellow-browed, which goes chew-eet instead of sweeet. YBW can look like that [more or less, depending on lighting etc.] but the call is diagnostic.
That's the best shot I got of a very [well, they always are] mobile little thing with always 20 twigs in the way.
Good news, it's sharp.
Bad news, you hit its_____
Ahem.
Also present [as well as a certain Teacher, who was there for exercise and definitely not twitching, honest.] was the Star Of Clennon;
Just for The Artist
:)
I could put up a shot of a female Tufty of interesting lineage, but instead [as she wasn't behaving], have these friendly types;
"Got any sammiches?"
ID Challenge, right there!
;)
Onwards to Broadsands, where bad light eventually stopped play without any definitive Yellow-brow. I'd pressed on and set up to have a look offshore, before returning to a few Chiffchaffs and crests.
The sea had a fair number of Razorbills and Guillemots, with a reasonable number of GNDs, a handful of GCGs, and one group of CSs, plus a 1w throated diver sp., which turned up too late on and too far off to be certain of, let alone hit with the camera..
Scenery.
There's
a fair view
if you can withstand the wind!
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