Out early this morning for the elusive Ring Ouzel at Kings Lock. A superb site and still within the City boundary. It’s close to civilisation but when you’re there apart from the distant sounds from the ring road you could be miles away. Plenty of warblers in too with a Lesser Whitethroat machine-gunning his song out.
This afternoon I had spoken to Dave Gray and said the Watermead was worth a punt for Black Tern. His return phone call informed of a surprising bird, a brilliant year tick and a Soar Valley tick to boot… a Bewick’s Swan! A short while later Ken Goodrich rang with news of two Wood Sandpiper at Birstall Meadows. I rang Dave who had foolishly gone home for lunch.
Wrapping up work for the day I headed off to Birstall Meadows first as I figured the most likely birds to flush would be the Wood Sands. When I arrived, I couldn’t find them and during an anxious call to Dave they suddenly appeared right in front of me.
I was joined by Steve Lister, Andy Brett and Terry Sherwood and after filling our boots with these lovely birds we headed off round to Watermead. An ice cream courtesy of Steve was enjoyed as we watched the Bewick’s Swan. Despite the bread-throwing masses the Bewick’s never damaged it’s reputation by staying well away from such crap.
A bit of music that inspired the title, that and the fact the Wood Sandpipers could well have been on their way to Norway.