Simply Brian and me now: Norman has withdrawn from our little group as a result of well being issues. So: the 2 of us drove north to Cley, beginning the morning in Bishop’s Disguise. The ‘spotlight’ was a Merlin that dashed by means of the gulls and waders at close to supersonic velocity: a ‘yr tick, however not a photograph op.! A Spoonbill dozed on Pat’s, sometimes waking for a stretch, whereas to the left of the cover a Nice White Egret was way more obliging! (A pair of Frequent Lizards had been snuggling on the Centre Hides after a reasonably fruitless go to)
A stroll alongside the East Financial institution was routine: simply one other Spoonbill and a number of other Mipits, with nothing on the ocean, so we returned to Bishop’s to keep away from the drizzle. Even much less on view, so espresso and scones lured us to the Guests’ Centre. A transfer eastwards and a stroll up Gramborough Hill added just some Stonechats to the record, so we determined to complete off on the Iron Street, Salthouse, the place Lynette N and Mark G had positioned a flock of Twite. After a little bit of a wait, we ultimately noticed round a dozen: by no means close to sufficient for tremendous photographs, however adequate for jazz! (The group photograph is Brian’s glorious picture)
