I used to be nearly to begin breakfast when the pager introduced {that a} Caspian Tern had been discovered at Buckenham, simply 5 minutes from my entrance door. I checked on ‘X’ and was reassured by a publish with images by the finder, Drew Lyness. I threw on some garments and was strolling down from the station earlier than 07.30, simply in tine to observe a Crimson Kite and Marsh Harrier spook all of the birds on the pool! Drew was nonetheless there – the one birder on a regular basis I used to be current – and he confirmed that the tern had flown west. I assumed I would as effectively keep for the half an hour I had accessible – Linda wanted the automobile for a physician’s appointment.
After maybe ten minutes I picked up the Caspian returning throughout the marshes and was happy to see it drop all the way down to its beforehand favoured spot. It obtained fairly a little bit of grief from the Avocets however greater than held its personal! Relectantly I left the tern – and Drew – to their solitude and drove house. (Ironic footnote: as I am typing this the surgical procedure has phoned to cancel Linda’s appointment!)
