Brian and I took a run as much as Cley within the hope that the easterly wind may drop some attention-grabbing birds: within the occasion the one uncommon merchandise was the long-staying Dowitcher on Pat’s Pool. A few sea watches revealed that the big gathering of Razorbills (and some Guillemots) was nonetheless simply offshore, as had been a number of juvenile Gannets. A teeny Harvest Mouse practically sat on Brian’s boot!
A transfer inland to Hickling added the primary Whooper Swans of the Autumn, in addition to a number of Bramblings combined in with an enormous flock of Greenfinches. A number of Nice White Egrets stalked the reed margins, whereas a pair of impossibly distant Black Terns had been simply seen on Hickling Broad.
