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| Common Swift |
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.
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| Red-backed Shrike |
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....
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| Spotted Flycatcher |
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| Kestrel over the beach |
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| A very confused, late Fieldfare |
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| That dot in the middle, way out over the water.... |
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| ..... was a Montagu's Harrier |
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| Occasionally the sun shone, and the Brigg afforded close fly-bys of e.g. Gannets... |
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| ..... and Razorbills, including one in fancy dress (as a Tufted Duck) |
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| Purp Sands still kicking back on the Brigg |
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| Ringed Plovers, likewise |
