Stirring up a Hornet's Nest

Notice on the hide at Rush Hills- 'Hornet's nest. Do not enter and leave alone'. I of course entered; I had never seen a nest like this until today. Incredible honey-comb design and yet seemingly paper-thin. I didn't hang around, the drone of the insects enough to put me off and I moved in front of the hide.

Wood Sandpiper 4+
Common Sandpiper 2
Ruff 16
Avocet 18
Redshank 1
Dunlin 2
Black-tailed Godwit 1

That may be the most Wood Sand I have recorded in one place. Happy days.

Earlier in the morning, I visited Buckenham. The Wood Sand remains here, and new in was a Greenshank. Snipe numbers are up on yesterday, at least 30 were counted. A Lesser-black Backed Gull had a red ring on its left leg, and a silver on its right. No sign of the Hobby I encountered yesterday. Although early in the day, Hawkers were already on the wing as were a few Butterflies. Good to see a late emergance of Peacocks and now a few Small Tort. Thank Goodness.

Walking back to the station, there were many juvenile Linnets, Goldfinch, Swallow and Pied Wagtail. Moment of the day then followed. A Stoat emerged from the vegetation, and proceeded to chase the 4 Pied Wags, no intention of catching or killing, this was purely play.

Migrant Hawker- Surlingham.

Stoat going loopy.

Hornet's Nest.

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