Brian, Norman and I took a drive as much as Cley within the hope of some migrants: within the occasion we did not see any hirundines, chats or Spoonbills.The centre hides are open once more, so we began there with distant views of the long-staying Dowitcher, each on the deck and in flight. A transfer to Bishop’s was unproductive, as was a stroll to the ocean alongside the East Financial institution. Espresso and scones on the terrace gave us distant views of a Nice Egret however, with nothing to detain us, we determined to return house by way of Hickling.
Nearly all of the paths are nonetheless closed: exhausting to see why the monitor to the ‘mound’ at Brendon’s Marsh remains to be out of bounds, since it’s patently as dry as a bone!
A distant Crane and an much more distant Nice Egret have been about one of the best of it – a number of booming Bitterns have been good to listen to, however we failed to select any Garganey.
Each at Cley and Hickling the USAF have been very energetic, with F35s and a KC135 in proof.
