Norman and I took a run as much as Cromer to search for the recently-present Siberian or Jap race Stonechat. After a brief stroll and preliminary confusion with a ‘common’ Stonechat, we loved glimpses of this engaging waif because it flitted by the gorse. My new digital camera remains to be lower than optimum, however I managed some acceptable photographs.
From there we moved to Happisburgh, spending an hour not seeing any massive Pipits, earlier than carrying on to Winterton. The slog out to the world the place yesterday’s Desert Warbler had been displaying nicely to each dude within the county was fruitless: the chicken had gone. Solely ‘compensation’ was a Kestrel mobbing a Interest.
