Bad time to leave

A nice little system promised new arrivals, experience indicates the village fields are often their first stopping point; and so it was that Peter and I found ourselves circumbobulating the lower fields this morning accompanied by the clickety-clickety of tamarisk in a westerly. Result - naff all. A well-timed coffee and cake stop avoided a couple of bands of rain but, by the time it had dried-up we only had an hour before check-in, we had to make do with a quick blitz of the fig groves. Result - two new Yellow-billed Cuckoos and the Baltimore Oriole. Can't help but feel we left something behind out there, perhaps another tanager or a nice sparrow, let's see what the chaps turn up over the next day or two.