Times have been hard. Wild, wet and windy weather, combined with a lack of birds has made for long days. Yesterday the pain was wiped away with one bird.
Our third day on stake-out for the Swainson's Thrush at the Standing Stone Field was becoming tedious so we took a wander to Porthloo. The radio crackled into life with a typically garbled message. The words Black and white...Tresco were enough to have us running for the quay. Luckily making the first boat we were off to sea and unfortunately, due to the low tide, dropped at the wrong end of the Tresco. A lung bursting run followed, past bemused tourists to Pool Road. A line of birders were strung out between the hides, lying, kneeling, sitting and standing, all peering through the thick vegetation. A minute or two of panic then I was on the Black-and-white Warbler. Incredible views as it crawled Treecreeper-like round lichen covered branches. As a male it was strikingly black and white, almost shining against the drab surroundings. As one of my most wanted birds this made my holiday. Views were far better than my photos suggest...
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| Black-and-white Warbler |
A few other bits have been seen.
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| Snow Bunting |
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| Pectoral Sandpiper |
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| Pink-footed Goose |
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Wash those blackberries.
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| Barred Warbler |
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