I can count the times I've had good views of Cuckoos in recent years on one hand, and I've never had anything like the photo opportunities that this amazingly tolerant and entertaining bird provided back in late May. Going about its neck-craning, full-on-singing, caterpillar-scoffing, ground-hopping business as I looked down from the cliff path above, it frequented the same bushes that hosted a Wryneck in September in an under-watched spot that has been good to me already.
