Another Weekendbirder text message, another scramble to the motor and, a short drive later, I'm standing in another downpour watching one of the better looking larids daintily picking an erratic path across the murky moistness of Llareggub. Cracking little creature and my first for for the county,... scher-weeet.
A Gwent tick, a very palpable Gwent tick.
PS. The bird showed reasonably well at the dam end of the reservoir, albeit regularly buggering off out into the middle, still present just before dark, so almost certainly roosted.