Never get bored of Barred

Tense day at work today, as I’d left my mobile on the kitchen windowsill, where it could do me no good at all. Of course, the penny dropped about a mile from home and the prospect of returning for it and missing my ferry was too awful to contemplate. So the day was spent blissfully (ha!) unaware of what I was missing at home.

Back this evening, driving past the plantation (JA ensconsed with scope and camera), onwards towards the heligoland, and caught sight of a passerine dropping out of the sky towards the bushes in the trap. Braked hard, and as it dived in I saw enough to know it was hefty and greyish. Abandoned the car on the road, dodged the ponies in the field, and into the trap. Something grey thundered up the ramp of the trap… and in. Barred Warbler. Gotcha.

Back down the isle to interrupt BM’s dinner with it, and then back home to get out and spend a couple of hours seeing what the others had missed. Not a lot, in fairness! Good views of a Red-backed Shrike as it snuck into a bush to roost, a really snazzy and showy Pied Flycatcher, the usual suspects of Willow Warblers and a Garden Warbler, and a family party of Swallow.

Tomorrow am on strike, and fancy my chances of a Common Rosefinch. Watch this space.