The wind remains but plenty of patch ticks!

Cracking morning, glad I made the effort to get up and about earlier than usual.
A pair of Oystercatcher over at Wood's End gave some hope that waders may be on the move, and on arriving at the lagoon I struck lucky. A Greenshank was feeding just to the left of the bus shelter hide, a comical scene as it dipped its upturned bill into the mud, surrounded by the brood of Mallard ducklings! A second patch tick soon followed, as a Whimbrel called and flew overhead, north. Another one soon followed. Could have sat there all day, but no food and a trip to the coast this afternoon meant that was just not possible.
Decent goings on in the scrub too, a Garden Warbler was new in and sang from the same bush as a Blackcap, allowing close scrutiny of these two variable songsters. Suprisingly good views were obtained.
Passing the Ferry House, Reed, Grasshopper and Sedge Warbler were singing and 2 House Martin were over the village. Convinced I had heard the rattle of a Lesser Whitethroat near the gun club, I waited patiently and eventually the bird in question gave brief views- another tick! A Skylark singing from the field to the South-East was also a new bird, but I couldn't find this one to admire.
A report from the hide of 6 Greenshank and a single Black-tailed Godwit from yesterday did make me a tad jealous I'll admit, but still what a morning.
Next sunday at 5.30am, the South Yare Wildlife Group are doing a walk around the reserve and then breakfast at the Ferry House. Sounds good! I was unaware such a group existed, so all being well I will go along and report back. Remember, you heard it here first.

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