Bloody hell – what have I done to the Birding God to deserve this? Monday my frigging phone dies and therefore I missed out on a mega county tick – Little Bittern.
Then an Eastern Crowned Warbler turns up. I decide not to go for it but thought that getting out into Lincolnshire would be good for the soul. Wrong again as Andy Mackay and I flogged around some prime – probably too prime – habitat on the coast. The winds had gone all wrong, birds elsewhere had stayed, the rains came down and we found bugger all – except that the Beach Cafe at Anderby Creek isn’t very good.
Today I went up to South Shields – cheers Colin for driving – for the Eastern Crowned Warbler only to dip horribly. On our way home we tossed a bit of a coin – go for easy Black Grouse in Arkengarthdale or Bittern at Potteric Carr. We went for Bittern and dipped out again. Fucker!