Two of the four White-rumped Sands tzeeting their way round and about.
An improvisatory, essentially indefensible, randomly configured tragi-comedy
(no great revelations are likely to be accrued from its consumption)
10 October 2015
A morning of tip-tap, leaf twitching rain gave way to glorious blue bird less skies. Bagged the Sedge Warbler at Poço da Agua then climbed up Pico and down through Da Ponte. Had lunch at the reservoirs with the Buff-bellied Pipit, American Golden Plovers, Dotterel, Snow Buntings, etc., then down to the power station to check the Arctic Warbler site,... no Arctic Warbler. Finally, a late wander around the village, nowt for me but Vincent pulled out an Indigo Bunting just before dark.
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