A trying period to say the least; better to accentuate the positives. One of which was a cracking adult Long-tailed Skua, whipping eastbound just above our street's chimney pots on the stormy evening of the 23rd, just as we'd begun the two-minute walk to our local around the corner. A heart-stopping sight and a very lucky strike; the irony of my best find of the period coming while not even actively birding was far from lost over the following days.
From there on, every day in the field, rain or shine (or sea fret, or gales), usually for most of the available daylight. Personally, it's been a very poor spring, but that's the way it goes - last spring was excellent, and it all balances out in the end....
|Kestrel over the beach|
|A very confused, late Fieldfare|
|That dot in the middle, way out over the water....|
|..... was a Montagu's Harrier|
|Occasionally the sun shone, and the Brigg afforded close fly-bys of e.g. Gannets...|
|..... and Razorbills, including one in fancy dress (as a Tufted Duck)|
|Purp Sands still kicking back on the Brigg|
|Ringed Plovers, likewise|