Great Knot in the bag and some local bits and bobs

Couldn't help but feel I had been here before, when a Great Knot was reported once again at Breydon Water. I absolutely love Wader watching so was not put off at all by the 'probable' reported on the Sunday night, and in preparation I slung some clothes and gear in the back of the car. I finished up at work early with a couple of tasks to complete, but there was only one place I was headed to first. It was a hot day, and I was glad of my shorts and t-shirt as I paced out the 1 and a half miles down the estuary towards Burgh Castle where I was delighted to find the bird feeding on the mud not too far out. I made a few notes at the time. Some spotting on the flanks, and scapulars looked black but fringed with white allowing for a chequered effect. The bill looked slightly decurved, the tail accentuated. The head colouring actually looked dark red but in fact was black, the sun playing tricks on this glorious hazy afternoon. I went home and read up on the Great Knot some more, who knows it could be me one day.

Although my local listing has slowed up I am still respectfully placed in the Patchwork minileagues. I have been very busy with wedding preparation which perhaps accounts for a lack of additions, but I still manage fairly regular visits at least to Church Marsh. Last night Debs and I heard at least one Gropper in full reel, saw our first Common Tern of the year fishing here and noted young Grebes and Tufted Ducklings doing well.

On Saturday we stopped briefly at Zak's in Mousehold and connected with a couple of Purple Hairstreak at the top of the oak in the car park. We also saw a young Peregrine near the river in the city centre.

At home in the garden, I have finally seen the local Nuthatch! A Gatekeeper was the newest addition to the Butterfly year list.

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