An improvisatory, essentially indefensible, randomly configured tragi-comedy
(no great revelations are likely to be accrued from its consumption)
31 July 2011
All a bit post-Boris
This morning's high-tide was the dampest of squibs, the Pec Sand hadn't returned and the numbers of Dunlin were well down. It didn't leave much to work through in the hope of pulling out another goody and, come eleven o'clock, it was time for some pretty full-on TMS-accompanied snoozing. The weekend's haul at the reserve hasn't been a bad start to the passage period proper though, with 'mentionables' including: the mobile, attention seeking 2nd cal year male Marsh Harrier popping up all over the shop; passage waders including LRPs, Grey Plover, Blackwits, Whimbrels, Greenshanks, Green Sands, Common Sand, Turnstone and, of course, the Pectoral Sand; and a few odds and sods including Cuckoo, Kingfisher, Yellow Wags, Gropper, Beardies, etc. And, amongst all the fun, we found time to hand out rings to 150 passing acros - Sedge Warbler passage is well and truly underway.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment