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Dare to dip

You will need to make this BIGGER.

I seem to keep dipping a lot of birds lately. The Happisburgh Greenish, The Cromer Greenish and Bonelli's......don't get me started regarding the Caspian Tern at Titchwell. Its not like I twitch regularly, you would have thought the birds could behave on the odd occasion I do travel. Credit though to those hardened souls at Cromer; standing in one place for a lengthy period is not my strong point.
Cantley Beet Factory has been brimming with quality the last couple of days, and after my telescope temporarily lost a leg yesterday (putting a stop to some proper scanning of the exposed mudflats) I returned today for a proper count up, scope rehabilitated.

Little Stint 1 Juv (see photo; you do well to spot him observer!)
Curlew Sandpiper 3 Juvs
Common Snipe c15
Green Sandpiper 9
Common Sandpiper 4
Dunlin 12
Greenshank 13
Ruff c14
Knot 1
Redshank 2
Ringed Plover 10+
Lapwing 250+
Yellow Wagtail 2

Yesterday, I had my first Wheatear of the Autumn, plus a female Marsh Harrier.
Cracking range of Waders to be had, and a real pleasure to come across the Little Stint, so smart in immature plumage. Initially I found a single Curlew Sand with the Dunlin flock, and it was a classic 'last scan before I leave' moment during which I latched onto the 3 birds together. As a chap said to me on site, "Keep still, and the birds will come to you". Sound advice!

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