I admit I’m a twitcher but I’m not a mad twitcher and I will generally shun birds any further north than Southern Scotland. I was tempted by the Sandhill Crane at the Loch of Strathbeg though. I couldn’t go though as we’d a weekend in York booked. My hope was the bird would fly south… it duly did but during a school week then it disappeared. Fast forward to Saturday and we were at Gibraltar Point seeing nothing… certainly no Cranes! On arriving home it transpires the bird flew south over Rimac at 12.00 and more belatedly was photographed at Snettisham RSPB at 13.00. The bloody thing MUST have passed close by!
On Sunday the bird was picked up touring the Suffolk coast before settling at the RSPB’s Boyton Marshes… time to look at the diary. Monday was out but some juggling freed me up from 10.30 on Tuesday. TOIL sorted, all that was needed was the bird to stay… it flew at 09.30 – thankfully to return shortly after.
After a good drive down, I was on this magnificent bird at 13.30 and watched it for 40mins till it got up and flew low south.
Photography was limited by distance and heat-haze… in October. The bird must be wondering if it is on the wintering grounds at the Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge in New Mexico and the others are late.
On the way down the iPod was on shuffle and this prophetic song came on…