This aint no upwardly mobile freeway, oh no, this is the road to Hull. I really don't know how these twitchers do it, coursing (and cursing) up and down the country, negotiating traffic and nerves. Must be adrenaline or madness. So in my madness, I wangled a day off, stole a car, and headed to Spurn.
Now according to the good book, God rested on the seventh day, but thankfully (and taking full advantage of my lightning reactions) I connected with the juvenile MASKED SHRIKE (present for its 7th day) that had been re-identified last Saturday while I was in Norfolk. Masked Shrike.... whatever, I exclaimed. Whatever my arse.
Was gutted not to have connected with it earlier but with gratitude and luck and timing and stars aligning, I made it to the site. The bird was seen so very well in it's preferred location in a big field, cocking it's tail like a Nightingale, flitting along the metal fenceline like a chat, and catching insects, well, like a Shrike. A delightful bird, my second for the WP.
Thank goodness I forgot the memory card for my camera. Wasn't pissed off in the slightest.
Did I mention anything about the journey? The A1(M) has to be one of the most depressing roads in Britain. I'm right now craving the tube - to me it feels like space travel by comparison.
Also seen today, a bobbing Jack Snipe on Canal Scrape, and eight Tree Sparrow flew past over the triangle. It was generally very quiet birdwise.
At Kilnsea Wetlands a Little Stint was feeding alongside seven Dunlin, a male Stonechat was present as were 45 Wigeon.