Black-winged Kite – Sea Palling, Norfolk, 16^th August 2026

I saw Black-winged Kite in both Morocco in December 1991 / January 1992 and in Egypt in December 1995 / January 1996 (and, if I’m being old-fashioned, I also saw White-tailed Kite in Texas in April 1992!).

A sketch of my first Black-winged Kite in Morocco in December 1991.

Now, I try hard not to have favourite birds (where would you begin, and where would you end?) but Black-winged Kite would be RIGHT up there.

As such, the prospect of getting Black-winged Kite on my British List has always been an appealing one, albeit one that was a very remote prospect until 30 or 35 years after those encounters in North Africa.

In this context, the BBRC Report for 2023 describes how Black-winged Kite was amongst the most hotly tipped next firsts for Britain for many years. It notes the chances of one turning up seemingly increased in the preceding couple of decades or so, with records in northern France, the Channel Islands, Belgium, the Netherlands, Denmark and Sweden.

It continues that this gave the impression that the species’ arrival in Britain was imminent; but British birders waited, and they waited... and they waited. It speculates that perhaps, as with so many raptors, the relatively short hop the Channel was too far, but observes that the English Channel is just 32 km wide at its narrowest, and birds were proven to cross the Skaggerak from Denmark to Sweden, involving a sea crossing of at least 60 km.

It then describes how, after an earlier false start, there was a report of a probable, seen from a vehicle on the A14 at Kirton, Suffolk, on the 16th April 2023, but this was considered ‘Not Proven’. However, coincidentally or not, a definite Black-winged Kite was then located and videoed near the A489 in Newton, Montgomeryshire just two days later, on the 18th April 2023.

Ultimately, this became the first British record. Although it couldn’t be relocated, three months later a bird was sighted on Brayden Marshes between Hickling Broad and Horsey Mere, Norfolk, on the 17th July 2023 where it remained until the 20th, making a visit to Trimingham on the 18th, before moving to Felixstowe Ferry, Suffolk, between the 20th and 21st July 2023 and St. Oysth Marsh, Essex between the 21st and 23rd July 2023.

The majority of voters on both BOURC and BBRC considered all these sightings to be of the same bird, and further, the decision about the age of the bird erred on the side of caution and so it a 1CY+, i.e., age unknown.

Whilst, in principle, this bird would have been twitchable in Norfolk, Suffolk or Essex, in practice this had proved a trip too far. Maybe I’d already realised that if I wanted Black-winged Kite on my British List I had to plan a (very) long game.

This proved to be the case. There was no repeat performance in 2024; no records of Black-winged Kite occurred. However, in 2025, there was a broadly similar series of records, just perhaps hinting at a returning bird (although no such decision has yet been made by BBRC).

After a possible was reported at Exminster Marshes, Devon on the 18th May 2025, a definite was sighted at Frampton (and nearby Slimbridge), Gloucestershire on the 20th August 2025. Whether the same bird or not, later in the same year it (or another) was again recorded in Norfolk, at Hickling between the 7th and the 11th September, and at Ludham between the 26th December and the New Year.

In 2026 this bird continued to be seen in the same area of Norfolk – at Ludham until the 4th January, Horsey (and also Brograve Levels), between the 7th January and the 3rd February, back at Ludham between the 8th and the 23rd March, at Sea Palling on the 12th April, at Hempstead Marshes between the 8th May and the 12th June and back at Sea Palling from the 13th June onwards.

This consistent series of reports clearly moved the prospect of twitching the bird into realms of the ‘achievable’, especially so when combined with the news of Zitting Cisticola’s having successfully bred at Corporation Marsh, Walberswick, Suffolk conveniently close to the home of my old birding mate Mike Thompson in nearby Reydon. News about these birds slowly emerged from the 3rd August 2025 onwards; within three weeks news of a singing male had been replaced by news of successful breeding, and so again, twitching both was very achievable.

In the event, nothing happened; although I alerted Mike Thompson about the cisticolas and he successfully twitched them, any vague plans Steely and I had to twitch these two ‘megas’ when he was ‘on shore’ from the Isle of May during the mid-November to mid-March period remained just that.

Moving on, and in late-summer 2026, I was still biding my time, aware that the lack of reports of Zitting Cisticolas from Corporation Marsh after the 8th May 2026 was much more to do with another breeding attempt taking place there than ‘no news either way’.

Almost exactly a year after news of the Zitting Cisticolas had first emerged, reports of what was probably two fledged broods of birds (plus attendant adults) emerged on the 7th August 2026. Game on?

As luck would have it, I’d long had an invite to a bash in Seahouses / Beadnell in Northumberland on Saturday the 15th August to celebrate Steely’s 50th birthday, which was on the 12th August. This involved a boat trip around the Farnes and a hog roast at the Craster Arms in Beadnell.

This would conveniently place me two hours into a seven plus hour journey to Sea Palling, so I slowly resolved to go for it, booking accommodation at a Premier Inn in Norwich on the night of Sunday the 16th August (as well as at Mike’s in Reydon on the following night, and Gary’s in Barrowford on the return journey).

Having very much enjoyed the celebrations the day before, I left my accommodation in Seahouses sometime after 09:00 to commence the long drive from Northumberland to Norfolk.

I stopped at Wetherby Services on the A1(M) for a very belated granola and yoghurt and croissant Pret a Manger breakfast (so late they had stopped doing bacon rolls) and fuel and at a service station on the A17 south of Boston for more fuel, but otherwise it was a long (and uneventful) drive. I snacked on my prepared salad and lump of cheese to keep me going through the tedium of the A47 through East Anglia. That said, travelling this way to Norfolk was at least a little nostalgic. Typically, as I reached the final hour or so of my long journey, the journey around Norwich and beyond to Sea Palling through the Broads became particularly trying, due to large-scale roadworks around Norwich and never-ending rural roads beyond.

Anyway, by around 18:00 I had navigated my way beyond Sea Palling to the viewing location at a double gate alongside the very minor road just inland of the sand dunes north of Sea Palling.

So long in the car had done nothing for my mobility, but I quickly(?) assembled my gear and commenced scanning for the kite. Beyond the gate I was looking out over fields and marshes with shelterbelts, hedges, ditches and an overhead electricity line. There was a lot of suitable habitat, and more of the same continued for miles around. Where to look? What if it was elsewhere? I constantly scanned with both my binoculars and my relatively new Swarovski Balance ‘scope and Manfrotto walking pole / monopod combination, but …… .

Fortunately, a birder on a bike soon arrived. This proved to be Tim Allwood, who very successfully birds the TG42 10 km grid square within which we were located, and as such, as he suggested, sees the kite virtually every day. Salvation!!!!

After we had had an initial chat, Tim wandered off around the edge of the field to our left to (I suspect) check out a roost site of the kite. On his return, we were joined by another local birder / togger armed with the world’s largest bridge camera. Again, we generally chatted, before Tim cycled off to check areas further to the north. My scanning had produced two Kestrels, a Marsh Harrier and a Buzzard, but not the object of my quest. The old boy birder / togger was able to provide some consolatory advice about it typically suddenly appearing after being out of sight for ages, and also mainly being seen early in the morning and the evening (together with the times he had first seen it on previous evenings) but I was less than optimistic. My preferred game plan did not involve coming back for it the following morning, but things weren’t looking good.

However, in fairness to the old boy, he suddenly calmly announced that the kite was showing. Unfortunately, (and diplomatically…..) my understanding of his directions was not good. He described the bird being on the overhead wires beyond the third overhead electricity wires pole, but when I followed these instructions all I could see was a Kestrel, which caused a few increasingly terse comments between us. However, it eventually emerged that he meant the first three overhead electricity wires poles diverging away from the line of the nearer poles in the middle distance, and on finally grasping this, there it was, sat it full (if distant) view!!!!

Wowser!!!

I was able to take it in at leisure, as, apart from one brief flight I caught the back end of, it remained on view throughout the remainder of my stay. It was possibly up to c.900 m away(?) but there was no haze and the light was still reasonable, and the clarity (even when zoomed up to 45x) of my new ‘scope was incredible. Thus, even the dark eye patch was visible, despite the range involved.

I thanked the old boy togger / birder who departed soon afterwards, but not before Tim Allwood had returned. Whilst continuing to take in the bird, I then I chatted to Tim, a top bloke, at some length, discovering the usual fascinating inter-connections, including an eclectic Javier Caletrio, Stuart Green, David Steel – all very enjoyable. We were joined by a couple who I got onto the bird and were extremely grateful, as it was their umpteenth time of looking. Tim also provided me with a recommendation for a local pub to have a celebratory pint and meal before returning to Norwich; The Greyhound in Hickling. In the event this wasn’t quite as successful as it might have been as they weren’t doing food as it was the quiz night, and the gathered clientele included an element of ‘mediaeval woodcut’ but it was the thought that counted (and the old boy had refused all together to give me any such recommendation!).

Oh, a description of the bird? As above. Just wowser!!!!

Black-winged Kite habitat, August 2026.

Black-winged Kite, Hickling, Norfolk, March 2026 – image chosen as it is similar to the views I had at Sea Palling (photograph credited to David Bryant).

White-throated Sparrow – Willingham Woods, Market Rasen, Lincolnshire, 24^th February 1993

White-throated Sparrow, Isle of May, Fife, August 2026. I've always been very struck by the apparent convergent evolution of New World Sparrows such as White-throated and White-crowned (in particular) and Old World Buntings such as Yellow-browed (in particular) in terms of the head pattern. Why? What's the ecological advantage?

After having to decline the Suffolk bird the previous year (there had been one at Trimley St Mary for a week or so in late May / early June) and having had to be ‘blasé’ about this one for several weeks as I couldn’t work an opportunity, I journeyed ‘home’ from a visit to see my father in Chesterfield via Willingham Woods near Market Rasen for the long-staying White-throated Sparrow there. This had first been trapped and ringed on the 5th December 1992 but had then proved to be a long-stayer.... .

By now I had a pager, and so I knew it was there the previous day courtesy of my new toy. As such, I arrived with high expectations, and all the more so when I was advised it was still there.

The adrenalin was still flowing all the same as I walked towards the scene of my latest twitch. Once there I was confronted (not literally, but maybe figuratively) by a small brassica field in a clearing within the plantation, adjacent to a small cottage. I assume now this was some sort of game cover crop.

The footpath diverged along the back of a tall hawthorn hedge alongside the field, and through the middle of the brassica field. On the field side of this hedge a mixed flock of finches plus were feeding. Birders stood amongst the brassica, watching the base of the hedge, where birds were feeding unobtrusively. So much so, that it took me ages to get onto the bird itself, partly due to my attempt to get to a better viewing place by positioning myself at the base of a hawthorn in the hedge running perpendicular to the main one.

I re-joined the group to eventually be rewarded by sightings (usually very brief) of the bird as it emerged into the grass and brassica at the edge of the field. During this time, the militant birder in me re-emerged. Throughout proceedings the birders were noisy, and the birds flighty. My demeanour was stretched to breaking point when some halfwit snapped a twig, at which point I also snapped. I abruptly asked him if he had to do that and suggested he had no idea and was brain dead, as you do.

However, back then, to the bird. It was unobtrusive, and views were brief. During this time a bird very roughly analogous with an accentor / bunting cross showing a black and off-white head pattern, but little yellow was noted – otherwise it was strangely reminiscent of Dunnock! It had a buff wing-bar created by the tips of the greater coverts. The upper-parts were otherwise mid-brown with a dark streaked back, and the under-parts were pale grey-brown, faintly streaked with dark brown.

The whole experience wasn’t very rewarding and wasn’t as exciting as looking through flocks of Zonotrichia sparrows in California for Golden-crowned or Harris’s Sparrows..... . But that’s another story.

As is seeing my second, one for my Scottish, and indeed Isle of May, lists, in August 2026 after my very good friend David Steel, the National Nature Reserve Manager on the Isle of May, excelled himself by finding just the first Yank passerine (and third Yank) for the Isle of May, just a couple of days before I arrived to facilitate a Bird Observatory Committee ‘Gathering’ on the island. As such, I was able to take in the bird in excellent company three days running and commence the ‘Gathering’ with a committee twitch, as you do.

Game cover habitat shot, Willingham Woods.

White-throated Sparrow, Willingham Woods, Lincolnshire, winter 1991-92 (photograph credited to unknown).

White-throated Sparrow, Willingham Woods, Lincolnshire, winter 1991-92 (photograph credited to unknown).

White-throated Sparrow, Isle of May. Fife. August 2026 (photograph credited to Will Cresswell).

 Red-breasted Goose – Caerlaverock Wildfowl and Wetlands Reserve, Caerlaverock, Dumfries and Galloway, 6^th October 1991

Sunday the 6th October 1991. Tomorrow is another day. Within a day of attempting a Red-breasted Goose at Inner Marsh Farm (and within seven days of my fateful trip to Sumburgh for the Sandhill Crane; I’m giving up birding and all of that),

I went to Caerlaverock with Neil Tasker, having seen him at Inner Marsh Farm, for this, a far more credible bird. After we had worked for it very hard for 2.5 to 3.0 hours and obtained two flight views of it amongst large flocks of Barnacle Geese it finally succumbed.

The flight views were very skilfully obtained from the tower hide by watching distant flocks as they moved, eliminating Barnacle Geese and picking out the goodie, as it was smaller, darker and quicker in flight than its hosts.

Finally, after teasing us for ages, it was located in a feeding flock of Barnacle Geese near one of the towers and once located here it was predictably obvious. It made itself more so by being separate from the flock for most of the time, indeed Barnacle Geese shied away from it.

It was well ‘scoped whilst resting and feeding and the stunning pattern was sketched (as it couldn’t really be described!).

Best of all, it looked wild!

Not something I’ve seen subsequently (partly as, conveniently, I didn’t need it for Scotland!) but I have since seen one on the Belgium/Netherlands border.

Red-breasted Goose, polders north-east of Antwerp, Belgium, March 2022 (photograph credited to Paul Pugh).

Sykes’s Warbler – Druridge Bay Country Park, near Hadston, Northumberland, 16^th August 2010

This bird was identified, and the news was duly released, too late on Sunday the 15th August 2010 for me to do anything. Anything other than plan to go the following day excepted that is; it certainly clarified my plans for the start of the ‘working’ week.

So it was that on the morning of Monday the 16th August, once positive news had been forthcoming, that I journeyed from Edinburgh. Druridge Bay Country Park was some two hours away, and I imagine I received comforting positive news updates during my journey.

Now, as has been alluded to, we had very definitely entered the era of rudimentary notes (if any notes at all) and other than the fact that I saw it on the 16th August all I have to go on is a rough sketch I made during (or following?) my successful visit. And my memories, vague though they are.

Basically, I remember being part of the gathered group of birders watching this stonking bird from an access route near that main car-park as it moved through the scrub vegetation on a mature dune ridge between us and the sea. At times it was above our sight-line feeding in vegetation on the crest of the dune and indeed, flying along the dune ridge itself. Particularly at these times it appeared like a distinctive, if very subtle, Hippolais type warbler.

It was a pale sandy-brown colour overall, with paler under-parts than upper-parts. It looked to be quite large, but this was a mislaeading impression, possibly due to the long body shape and tail.

To me it looked particularly long-billed, and I noted the bill was a thin, pointy one. I also noted the beady, smallish looking dark eye and pale face. It had a poorly defined supercilium mainly behind the eye, and the empty face appearance of some Hippolais warblers.

This was the thirteenth for Britain, and fair play to the finder and those who convinced him that he had indeed found one of the biggest i.d. challenges on the British list.

Sykes’s Warbler at Druridge Bay Country Park, August 2010 (photograph credited to Tim Mason).

Sykes’s Warbler at Druridge Bay Country Park, August 2010 (photographs credited to Stef McElwee).

 Sora – Attenborough Nature Reserve, Attenborough, Nottingham, Nottinghamshire, 22^nd December 2004

Sora sketch attempting and failing to convey just how dark it was in the depths of mid-winter.

Another! What an autumn / early winter. This one (which was perhaps long overdue) first offered itself up at mid-afternoon on Sunday the 12th December when the mega-alert went off on the pager, and so I very slowly commenced my plotting soon afterwards. This certainly reflected how complicated life had become! The detail provided here is given to illustrate this new complexity.

Whatever, my response was indeed positively tardy. Perhaps I was still basking in the glory of the flourish of late autumn 2004, or perhaps I was just too busy. More likely I knew that a scheme would emerge if I held my nerve, given the proximity of the where the bird was at Attenborough Nature Reserve just outside Nottingham, to Nottingham East Midlands Airport, and the probability of me making visits to see my then partner, and love of my life, Elizabeth near Coventry, or Dad in Chesterfield, or both. Christmas loomed and it was eventually decided that I would be in Edinburgh rather than anywhere more adjacent down south. After Christmas / New Year, a compensatory visit to see my Mum in Burnley was touted, and crystallised when Burnley were drawn against Liverpool in the FA Cup to be played at home on Friday the 4th January. Perhaps this offered the chance to make a weekend of it and incorporate a trip to both Chesterfield and Nottingham? But would it still be around by this time?

However, as suggested, slowly the proximity of Nottingham East Midlands Airport (which was my destination airport number two for my trips south to see Elizabeth) to the location had dawned on me, and so I developed my scheme. This involved flying south to Nottingham East Midlands, getting Elizabeth to meet me there and then taking her to see the bird. In the event, it didn’t quite work like that as she wasn’t able to get away until after my arrival but all the same it was a good plan, and one that worked, of sorts!

Elizabeth and I had a weekend in the Lake District the weekend of the Saturday the 18th/ Sunday the 19th December, but this was not close enough to even begin thinking of making it a combined mission.

However, I tentatively floated the idea of us having a brief rendezvous the following week if I could get suitable, affordable flights. I researched various options on my return home on the evening of the 19th December onwards but it wasn’t until the evening of Tuesday the 21st December that I committed myself to a return flight to Nottingham East Midlands Airport the following day. I liaised with Elizabeth in the process to ensure this ‘fitted’ with her. So, I was flying from Edinburgh Airport to Nottingham East Midlands Airport and back on Wednesday the 22nd December. My outbound was at 08:30 and the inbound one was at 17:20.

The flight was cheap enough at £86.78, and as Elizabeth wasn’t able to get to Nottingham East Midlands until later I also investigated airport taxis. However, as I resented paying over the odds for an airport taxi, I left this to chance.

So, some ten days after it was first reported, I had finally resolved a scheme which enable me not only to catch up with this goodie, but also to have time with Elizabeth and complete my Christmas shopping, all in the space of a few short hours involving a flying visit to Nottingham East Midlands.

Having booked, I ‘phoned Dad, initially about something else, but in doing so quickly realised that Dad was flying also from Nottingham East Midlands Airport to Edinburgh Airport on the 22nd December! I had booked my flights and then inadvertently entered the pertinent flight details into my electronic ‘schedule’ document on the 23rd December, and as such hadn’t noticed the clash...... . As it happened, this didn’t really matter (although I could have perhaps booked my return flight for the same flight as Dad was on) but I did have to hastily rearrange my cleaning and sorting activities so the flat was ready for Dad’s visit...... . As suggested, life was very complicated at this time.

The journey the next day went well enough, excepting the change in 24-hour parking arrangements at Edinburgh Airport; the flight was just the same as....... . I quickly organised a taxi and enjoyed a good chat with the taxi driver on the way from the airport to Barton Lane in Attenborough, Nottingham adjacent to Attenborough Nature Reserve. Unfortunately though, I had no contact with Elizabeth until after I had arrived.

Once I had arrived and settled the fare with taxi-driver and then clambered out of the taxi and walked quickly from where I was dropped off on Barton Lane to the location involved, Clifton Pit. Here, I quickly and easily saw the bird which showed well intermittently at reasonably close ranges. Unfortunately, I had trouble with my ‘scope, but all the same.

Meanwhile, I had re-established contact with Elizabeth and ‘talked her in’ as she journeyed north on the M1. Once she arrived I went to find her and she then duly saw it as well. Once again, the greater Nottingham area had provided a very good bird, following the Bufflehead, the Cedar Waxwing and the Redhead.

Afterwards, we searched godforsaken retail parks for good forsaken Toy R Us outlets, etc., so she could continue yet more Christmas shopping for the CYDS. But, even though I didn’t really engage with this process although I still had my Christmas shopping to do, I didn’t really care as I’d just seen Sora, apparently the 13th for Britain.

Again, although I had previously seen Sora in Texas in April 1992, I actually looked at this one.

It was a medium-small rather plump rail.

The upper-parts, crown, nape and rear of neck were an olive-brown. The mantle had several rows of black ‘chevrons’ fringed and bordered with a silvery-white which created a ‘tram-line’ effect down the back. The fringes of the tertials were also silvery-white and showed no signs of any ‘wavy bars’.

The face (in front of the eye and around the base of the bill), and the chin and throat were black (indicative of the bird being an adult). The crown had no streaking.

The under-parts were mainly grey. The face behind the eye and the supercilium were grey, with the exception of a small patch of olive-brown on the ear coverts and a tiny, white triangular area behind the eye. The neck and upper breast were also grey with no markings. The flanks and belly were a lighter grey and there was an intricate pattern of black and white lines on the flanks.

The under-tail coverts were white with a yellowish-buff central patch.

It had a triangular shaped bill which was yellow-green and had no visible signs of any red or orange coloration on the bill base. The legs were greenish-yellow and it had with long toes.

It appeared nervous, and scuttled into cover, before re-emerging and methodically walking the water’s edge, constantly flicked its tail, in typical crake fashion.

Spot the crake! Er, a habitat shot, indicating, if nothing else, it was not the best of light conditions given it was in the depths of mid-winter.

Sora, Attenborough Nature Reserve, Attenborough, Nottingham, Nottinghamshire, December 2004 (photograph credited to Geoffrey Alan Clewes).

 Squacco Heron – Elmley RSPB Reserve, Elmley, Isle of Sheppey, Kent, 12^th May 1990

On Saturday the 12th May 1990 Pete Ewer and I made our leisurely way to Sheppey, and Elmley RSPB Reserve. We were indeed taking the casual option. The bird had been there since the previous Monday; conversely, we went on the very first available weekend date.

Once there, we enjoyed(?) a two mile yomp (plus a minor diversion) to an accompaniment of Marsh Frogs, to where the bird was. This was a large fleet with fringing emergent vegetation, amidst which the bird was initially hidden. Gradually it came more and more out into view and made its way towards us.

Its feeding action was reminiscent of the Little Bittern at Oreham Common, whilst the bird was in some ways like a cross between Little Egret and Little Bittern. It had a very stocky shape – again recalling Little Bittern, although it was somewhat larger than the latter. It had orangey-buff plumage overall. There were long aigrettes on the nape which looked black and white. There was some streaking on the crown. Its legs were ‘chunky’ and yellow, and the bill was long and sharply pointed with a dark tip and yellow grey base.

15 years later, on Saturday the 21st May 2005 Stuart Green, Torcuil Grant, Richard Bramhall and I completed a very successful 24 hour bird race in Angus, amassing the highest one day list for Angus ever. Our gradual recovery the next day was interrupted by the news of a Squacco Heron at Kilconquhar Loch in Fife, which Stuart and I duly saw.

Squacco Heron, Elmley RSPB Reserve, Elmley, Kent, May 1991 (photograph credited to Peter Ewer).

Wilson’s Storm-petrel – Western Approaches, 15^th August 1993

As suggested in the account for Great and Cory’s Shearwaters, approaching fishing boats, checking out the accompanying flock of birds, chumming as necessary, and then circling, before moving off to find more fishing boasts had proved very successful during the Scillonian pelagic on the 15th August 1993. But would we get the real target species??

As we approached each new group of fishing boats, we had had very productive results and there appeared to be more and more European Storm-petrels each time. But despite what were good numbers all told (and, I suppose, very good viewing conditions, or at least ones which were less fleeting and flitting than they might have been) there was no sign of our much-anticipated Wilson’s Storm-petrel.

There were though, several panics, myself included, over several ‘might be’ instances....... .

Birds were flitting around the boats and around the Scillonian itself, until eventually, magically, one closed in right alongside. As I binned it, and realisation slowly dawned, Paul yelled, “Wilson’s!!!!”. This meant I had a good view as it drifted past, only then to be lost as quickly as it was found. It was however, more than obliging as we manoeuvred, as on at least one further occasion it passed alongside the wake of the circling Scillonian and even went in for a bit of foot pattering.

In all, this is perhaps a very confused account, as it was written several weeks later, and the movements of the Scillonian (and of the birds around the Scillonian) disorientated me in the extreme, and the whole day exhausted me.

However, good views were obtained on at least two occasions. On both of these a comparison with the numerous European Storm-petrels was very instructive. For me the most obvious (immediate) difference was the flight pattern – the broader, straighter wings were held straight out. The bird used long glides interspersed with flickering wing-beats, very much like a Swallow. Also, it had a clear pale band across the secondary coverts like a Leach’s Storm-petrel; a ‘mucky’ brown area which was very striking. Finally, the foot pattering with raised wings and feet dipped / dangled into the sea was very characteristic, and excitingly diagnostic.

Wilson's Storm-petrel, Scilly, late-July 2017. I wasn't able to easily source an image of the bird seen from the Scillonian pelagic in August 1993, so this superb image taken by Joe Pender during one of his Sapphire Pelagics will have to do! 😆 Rare bird photography has come a long way with the advent of better and better digital cameras! I did a Sapphire Pelagic in July 2016, but this was too early for Wilson's Storm-petrels, and conversely, when I saw the Red-footed Booby (plus a fantastic feeding frenzy) from the Sapphire in October 2023 it was too late for Wilson's Storm-petrel. By then though, I'd seen loads in the Southern Oceans and indeed over land in South Georgia and the Antarctic Peninsula, plus I'd probably seen the potential splits off Chile, etc., but that's a whole other story. Fantastic birds! (photograph credited to Joe Pender).

Forster’s Tern – River Esk, Musselburgh, East Lothian, 17^th December 1994

A scruffy drawing of what was quite a scruffy bird, but an enjoyable and welcome one, nonetheless!

Alerted the previous evening to the presence of a probable Forster’s Tern at the mouth of the River Esk at Musselburgh, I was well positioned to be there at dawn the following morning. The only problem was that, sadly, the morning of 17th December had been allocated for Christmas shopping.

So it was that I was there that morning with some seven or so others, including Mervyn Griffiths and Chris McGuigan. There were some sarcastic comments about me twitching something that was unconfirmed......... .

Although conditions were not the ideal due to strong gusting winds, and, initially at least, bad light, I was reasonably optimistic. Working out the birds likely behaviour relative to the state of the tide was not easy – the bird could be anywhere between Granton (where its predecessor spent much of its time) and Prestonpans, or further afield, if, indeed, it was still around.

After an hour or so, having been there from dawn, I opted to leave, whilst the bird sorted itself out. Christmas shopping stopping twitching indeed! What is going on here!? This interlude went surprisingly well, partly as I only had 80 minutes parking time! I decided that I should go back to the coast at Leith and then work back towards Musselburgh; it was around about 12:00.

However, as I made my way there the pager informed me that the bird had again been present at the mouth of the Esk, briefly, at 11:30, before flying off west towards Fisherrow. I went there first, and worked the area around the harbour. Then, after a quick break for lunch, I returned to my original plan. I went to Granton and worked my way back from there.

Again though, the pager performed, and informed me that the bird had again been seen at Musselburgh at 13:15 and again at 13:35. That was definitely where I should be. I made my way there again, to find it was high tide, and it was raining, and there were now very few birders there. However, Mervyn was still there and suggested that I should have been there earlier and not left, as apparently he had seen it. Sarcastic git!

I went away into Musselburgh to ‘phone Gilly, and having done that at 14:45, I returned to the mouth of the Esk to wait. After some indecision about where / how to wait, I finally opted for the car as I had got wet earlier and it was still raining. And Sport on 5 was on. I had just settled down to scan the mouth of the Esk, having positioned my car so that I could do this, when there it was, settled on the breakwater among Black-headed Gulls. I alerted others with, “It’s there, it’s there!!” and, when asked by some unfortunate for directions, “Just fucking look for it!!!” and other such helpful advice.

After this I calmed down and settled down against the car to grill it. Just how long I was there drawing it before Gilly arrived I’m not sure, but for someone who had been woken up by my ‘phone call after her night shift, I was impressed how quickly she got there!

The bird was a real gem - 'Commic Tern' type with a major smudge eye-patch, faint grey streaking on the nape, white crown, white underparts and light grey upperparts with browner tertials evidencing first-winter plumage, heavy-ish black Roseate Tern like bill, relatively long darkish (?) legs. The tail appeared to be slightly forked and only just longer than the wing tips when the bird was at rest.

As it was mainly perched and I only saw it in flight briefly on this occasion, I was pleased that I also saw it again on other occasions, including nearby a week later on 23rd December off Musselburgh Lagoons, and on 19th March 1995 again off Musselburgh and also off Portobello, when it was seen in flight only. I also saw it (or at least what was assumed to be same bird) on 1st July 1995 from the bridge over the Ythan estuary near Newburgh, Aberdeenshire.

Forster's Tern, River Esk, Musselburgh, East Lothian, December 1994 (photograph credited to Jim Pattinson).

Forster's Tern, River Esk, Musselburgh, East Lothian, December 1994 (photograph credited to Keith Gillon).

Western Reef Heron – Foryd Bay, Gywnedd, 11^th June 2026

First, some context:

1. Driving woes

In August 2025, my closest friends from University, Gary, Chris, Steve and I went to Hull for a nostalgic visit to the city of our educating and growing up.

I drove Gary and I from Barrowford in Lancashire to Hull and back. On our return journey, we stopped off in Hebden Bridge for a pint, before continuing on to Barrowford.

On reaching Barrowford, I turned to car around on Church Street, where Gary lives, and parked up on the roadside near Gary’s. This is a quiet residential road on which lots of local residents and others park either side of the road, often (without blocking the pavements on either side for pedestrians, etc.) with two wheels on the kerb, as a reasonable amount of traffic uses the road (which becomes Wheatley Lane Road) when driving between Fence and Barrowford, etc., and vice versa.

At the time, Wheatley Lane Road was close off for roadworks some 2 or 300 m beyond Gary’s. I parked in a space just beyond which was a road sign advising motorists that the road ahead was closed. As I parked, I remarked to Gary that I hope no one would drive along and hit the sign and it hit my car later that night. Little did I know.

That evening, Gary and I continued what had been an indulgent few days by visiting our favourite Banker’s Draft pub; more pints of beer were I involved.

As a consequence, later that night, neither of us heard (what was apparently) a very loud crash outside, and although I’d later got up in the night and noticed blue lights flashing outside, and indeed looked out of my bedroom window, I failed to realise just what had happened.

The following morning, Gary was already out for his morning walk when I decided to put my bags, etc., in my car, for a prompt getaway back to South Queensferry. However, my car was no longer where I had left it, although there was some debris in the road. Confused, I ‘phoned Gary, and suggested I had a problem, as my car was missing. He immediately posted a message on his local Facebook group asking his neighbours if they knew anything. The equally immediate response was complete disbelief that we’d not heard anything!

Apparently, there was indeed an almighty crash, and various of Gary’s neighbours had rushed out to find that a black BMW had ploughed into the front roadside wing of my car and shunted it back onto the pavement and the rear of my car had then crashed into the nearby streetlight. The driver of the BMW was still in his car, shaken but otherwise unharmed, it would seem, and both police and ambulance were called, and quickly arrived. Then he was detained and both cars were taken away by a breakdown vehicle (presumably as they were blocking the road and pavement and maybe for evidential reasons).

Anyway, suffice to say, although I was subsequently provided with a courtesy car and was able to retrieve my possessions, I never saw my car again. I ultimately did very well from the uncontested insurance claim but then didn’t know what to do about arranging for a replacement car. Initially, I had courtesy cars, and either arranged for others to use their car rather than mine when I went to Lewis (Ken and Amanda Shaw) or hired from Bolt’s when I went to Unst (Chris Pendlebury and I) but eventually, I had to decide what to do about a replacement. For a while I managed perfectly well without a car and investigated hiring or joining a car club for those times – mainly twitches – when I really needed a car. Everything else was ‘manageable’, after all, I now enjoyed free bus travel throughout Scotland, and reduced rate train travel in the UK and beyond.

However, no longer being able to just jump in a car and leave within minutes concerned me.

When I was still deliberating, it emerged the youngest daughter Tessa had purchased a van and intended to convert it into a mobile living and working space, and as such planned selling her old car.

I can’t pretend that this immediately offered a solution, as I still intended doing without a car, but I slowly realised that purchasing Tessa’s old car from her was a good option for both of us. This I eventually did, knowing her Ford Ka was a very ‘compact’ number, and so ideal for parking on the High Street in South Queensferry, and that it only had 44,000 miles on the clock, but not quite realising its registration was from 2010 and as such, that it was a very old small car. Tessa was up front about it needing money spent on it when I purchased it, and I duly got it checked over and some small jobs sorted out. Soon afterwards the alternator failed, so I had that replaced, and it was subsequently fine.

However, subsequently, I remained reluctant to launch into long-distance twitches in a 16-year-old compact car with a small engine………. .

2. Listing woes

Unst 2025 delivered two new species, or so I thought. One of these, Western Subalpine Warbler, was a much needed pull back following the splitting of Subalpine Warbler. Following on from the Eastern Subalpine Warbler (also on Mainland Shetland) two years earlier, this unsightly glitch in my list was looking a lot more respectable.

However, ignominy of ignominies, irony of ironies, this tick was subsequently denied to me by the belated results of DNA analysis, which ‘proved’ that the bird which had been carefully examined in the hand and identified as a Western Subalpine Warbler, was, in fact(?) an Eastern Subalpine Warbler. FFS!!!!!!!

So, in the mid-2020s, lumping had denied me Green-winged Teal, Hooded Crow, Lesser Redpoll, Common Redpoll and Arctic Redpoll leaving me with just Redpoll, and splitting had deprived me of Subalpine Warbler and then decided I couldn’t have my ‘Western’ Subalpine Warbler after all!!!!!

To be minus five ticks when you are in the 510-520 range is a hell of a lot, and this was VERY dispiriting, to put it mildly. Then, to really force home the ignominy of still not having Western Subalpine Warbler on my list (easily my ‘softest’ target) in May 2026 Tessa finally was able to briefly be a Volunteer Warden for Steely on the Isle of May, arriving on the Monday after me and ‘my’ group had left on the Saturday and then seeing Dipper, a bird I haven’t seen on the Isle of May, on the 26th May, and Western Subalpine Warbler, a bird I haven’t seen full-stop, on the 28th May. Clearly, I now only have one daughter, and am actively spending the inheritance of my former daughter!

At various times subsequent to autumn 2025, two ticks were relatively readily available for me in faraway coastal eastern Norfolk and Suffolk, Black-winged Kite and Zitting Cisticola respectively. I was interested in going (and combining the trip with catching up with Mike Thompson in conveniently – for once – situated Southwold). At least, I was interested in going when Steely and I discussed it, and he suggested if I got to him in his wintering quarters in Yorkshire, he would drive from there. I was less than interested in going when this failed to materialise, and I was faced with driving my little car all that way. It just didn’t seem particularly viable, it didn’t enthuse.

Admittedly, part of this was me just getting older.

Could I really be bothered?

However, move on a good few weeks and months.

Late on the morning of Saturday the 6th June news broke of a Western Reef Heron in North Wales. Just when I came to realise this momentous news I cannot remember, but, as suggested, for a few days I equivocated, until the combined promptings of an unlikely few, including Chris Hirst (who sent me a WhatsApp message with a link to a Guardian newspaper article about the bird), Andy Williams (who forwarded a post by a friend of ours about seeing the bird, and asking whether I had been offered a lift) and Alison Downs (who pointed out I would regret it if I didn’t go) slowly changed my thinking.

Also instrumental was a WhatsApp message from Gary Hitchen in response to the dialogue I had had with Chris Hirst, suggesting I was welcome to stayover at his place in Barrowford.

As a result, I finally resolved to go for it on Thursday the 11th June. My alarm coincided with positive news, which is always a good combination. As such, I was off by 09.00 (the traffic earlier would not have been helpful). It was a very long drive, but I eventually arrived at the right place using the RBA App very successfully, some seven hours later. A few scattered people were evident around either side of a small group of buildings on the eastern side or the estuary, just immediately south of the point at which a tributary entered it.

I opted to continue just beyond, where a slightly larger group, were, I hoped, watching it. I asked if it was viewable, and was advised it was, so I reversed to a grassy area alongside the road, and parked.

I then assembled my gear and walked a very short distance to a suitable viewing position at the point which the grassy area sloped down to the saltmarsh proper. Here I opted to sit down on the bank as this was a better option for using my new Swarovski AT Balance 18-45 x 65 ‘scope, given my balance issue. With some helpful directions I was quickly able to locate it feeding distantly on the far side of the tributary channel (although not as distantly as I had thought once I zoomed up, having assumed I already had…… !!!!!). I then watched it on and off and chatted for an hour or so, during which time it moved up channel and then crossed the channel, so it was closer, before it firstly moved away again, and then flew further up the channel (and so out of sight behind the nearby buildings.

The setting was an impressive natural estuary at low- or mid-tide. As it was mid-summer, the supporting cast was limited to a few scruffy Mallards and Herring Gulls, and, helpfully, a Little Egret.

There was just a handful of people present at any one time, and, as the bird was showing well (and had been doing so for days) it was all very relaxed.

I particularly enjoyed chatting with the mother of a keen young birder, Aled. She, Iola Williams, was keen to chat to me as an approachable, knowledgeable male, and very clearly, she was an impeccable judge. I was very happy to help as best as I could, as I admired the dedication of both Aled and his mum. And the conversation helped make everything suitably Welsh.

When it moved out of sight, I was faced with the challenge of getting up. Driving for seven hours and then sitting on damp, sloping ground for another 45 minutes wasn’t a good combination, and I had become very immobile and inflexible, and so it was a real struggle, even aided by a convenient piece of driftwood and by Iola and her friend.

Anyway, eventually I managed to return to an upright state, and, having retrieved a walking pole from the car I too moved around the group of buildings to attempt to see the bird again.

However, I failed to do so, mainly as I wanted to make sure I remained upright, and / or, if I sat down again, I could more easily return to an upright position.

In the end, I decided I should cut my losses and go to find a filling station (the fuel warning light was already on) and then drive to Barrowford in time for the first game of the World Cup, Mexico v. South Africa.

As such, I bade my farewells to Iola and Aled and departed the scene, very happy.

It was a truly stunning bird, much, much more exciting and interesting looking than the scruffy individuals seen in Isreal decades beyond.

It was a small, almost all dark, heron, the same size and shape as a Little Egret, although possibly looking larger because of the dark plumage.

Its bill was mainly dark, and very long looking and its legs were dark olive-green, although the feet were bright yellow like Little or Snowy Egret.

Its plumage was all dark black(blue) apart from a white gular patch. There were two long wavy aigrettes emanating from rear of nape and others on the back.

As ever, I may have agonised about going, but seeing the bird was well worth all the agonising. And driving. And I now knew that such twitches were still viable.

Western Reef Heron, Foryd Bay, Gwynedd, June 2026 (photograph credited to J. Martin Jones).

Pallid Swift – Flamborough Head, East Yorkshire, 28^th October 1999

Sketch based on sketch drawn soon after seeing the Pallid Swift, at Flamborough Head, East Yorkshire, in October 1999.

On Monday the 25th October 1999, I spent the pertinent part of the day waiting for a ‘phone call from Jim Steele regarding going for the Isabelline Shrike at Burnmouth. It never arrived. As a result, there was no trip to Burnmouth and so I missed a good Scottish tick. Much, much worse though was the small matter of the Pallid Swift I apparently also missed when it too briefly turned up at Burnmouth (albeit briefly – as in before it was taken by a Sparrowhawk!).

After this fiasco I was taunted by the presence of several other Pallid Swifts in England and also by the continuation of the stunningly good autumn in the Scillies / south-west of England. I was particularly tantalised by the presence of one (or was it two?) Pallid Swifts at Flamborough Head, East Yorkshire.

An available tick, offering the prospect of a fourth tick in less than three months, in what was for me, and generally, a stupendous autumn, was too much to resist, after a drought of some 22 months without a tick.

I spent much of the week sweating and equivocating about the Flamborough Head bird, which exceptionally, was sticking around – a bit like me!

It was a long way to go, and twitching a swift, especially several days after day one was always going to be a dodgy proposition.

On the night of Tuesday 26th October, after I had walked the BP Grangemouth Natural Gas Pipeline route and then unsuccessfully ‘twitched’ the phalarope spp. at Linlithgow Loch (where I was told more of the Burnmouth Pallid Swift story) I had a ‘phone call from Tommy Charlton. At the time I was in the bath with my one-year old daughter Ellen, and so my ex-, Gillian, had fielded the ‘phone call for me. Apparently, the call was about a weeks’ work in the AMEC offices in Darlington.

My discussions with the two birders at Linlithgow Loch indicated that others had attempted to twitch the Pallid Swift at Flamborough Head from Scotland with mixed success, indeed, apparently some had bottled the Flamborough Head bird and then jammed in on the Burnmouth one. So, it was possible, and now I had the prospect of somehow combining it with this work in Darlington.

However, once again I was thwarted, as I wasn’t able to speak to Tommy himself until the Wednesday evening. When I finally did speak to Tommy, we quickly established that it might be advantageous for me to call into Darlington earlier than the following week!

I made arrangements with Gillian along the basis that if the Pallid Swift was still around on the Thursday morning I would have to go for it, and then stay over somewhere near Darlington so that I could be there early on the Friday morning.

Unfortunately, having packed and prepared in part that night, and completed this task the following morning, there was a noticeable absence of any positive news until 11:00! I was very much on edge until then, with the pager not in silent mode for once, and struggling to do anything useful by way of diversion.

However, in the middle of another ‘phone call to attempt to sort out my dodgy modem, the news I had been waiting for finally came through, at long last! I quickly curtailed that call, and then made one to Gillian, who gave me some friendly grief, before wishing me well.

I left at 11:00, and it proved to take a lot longer than I had anticipated. I was annoyed about the lost three hours or so as it then took me more than three hours to get to the A1(M) at Darlington. From there it didn’t get any quicker due to traffic, traffic works, etc.. I finally was able to thrash the last few miles to Flamborough Head without obstruction and was glad I did!

Throughout much of the journey, there was no news on the pager, or if there was it was one of the very few messages I missed. Once on the A1(M) though there was news and apparently it was c.1 km north of the lighthouse, but as I approached the final destination a message came through indicating that it was now near the fog station. Better still, and no need for a jog along the coast once I got there!

Unfortunately, the car park was pay and display and I had just no small change, but I was far too thrilled at being so close to another tick to be too bothered by this. I assembled my gear, made use of the very conveniently situated conveniences and then walked towards the fog station. Memories of Black Redstart and Snow Bunting on the geology field trip at the very beginning of my time at university in Hull in October 1979!

I could see that there were a few birders were there, and yes, better still, I could see the swift dashing backwards and forwards over them. On how many occasions had I ticked a bird before I got to the twitch itself?!

Anyway, for much of the next hour the bird was generally on view, although often distant, or temporarily lost to view. Soon after I first arrived it flew the closest and lowest it did throughout my stay on several occasions, most memorably back-grounded against an adjacent stretch of cliff-top, against which it appeared incredibly pale. The time of my arrival was fortuitous in other ways in addition to the location from which the bird was showing, and the ranges at which it was showing down to. The sun was already low, and the horizontal light it gave was good enough but not too bright, so plumage details were reasonably easy to see, as the bird wasn’t rendered into silhouette by bright light.

Of the pertinent i.d. features, I was able to see that, in comparison to Common Swift the:

- plumage tone was paler, milkier;

- wing-pattern involved dark outer primaries and leading edge of the underwing contrasting with the rest of the underwing, and similar on the upper-wing, where the greater coverts and the secondaries were paler;

- body colour was darker than the paler underwing, although the darker mantle producing a saddle effect was not too evident;

- feather edgings on the underparts were paler;

- the forehead and throat had a larger pale area, and there was a dark eye mask; and,

- the wing-tips and tail fork were slightly blunter and slightly shallower respectively.

Much of this was very arbitrary, although from the views I had the bird was blatantly not a Common Swift.

I was also able to see both a Fieldfare and Marsh Harrier coming in off the sea during the time I was at Flamborough Head – migration in full swing!

Some years later Graham Clark and I called in at Waterston House at Aberlady on the way back from an unsuccessful twitch for Chimney Swift on Holy Island. Here, whilst we were in the reception area we happened to be in the right place at the right time as Ian Thompson called in to report a swift was flying around over his nearby cottages. This was undoubtedly a Pallid Swift on jizz and flight action, but we just couldn’t get enough on it.

White-winged Scoter – off Murcar Links Golf Course, Blackdog, Aberdeenshire, 30^th June 2016

White-winged Scoter, off Murcar, Aberdeenshire, June 2016, attempting to illustrate the subtleties of i.d., especially when asleep on a lumpy sea!

Having bided my time (given it was found on Saturday the 25th June 2016) I banged in the 'deglandi' (er, that is, saw the (American) White-winged Scoter.....) the following Thursday.

I had bided my time as I had various commitments at the weekend and earlier in the week, but also as I was conveniently working on the Moray Reinforcement Pipeline Project in Aberdeenshire and was travelling there on Wednesday the 29th June, so it had seemed best to wait.

So, as it would have been rude not to, as was commented whilst I was there, I went after work on Thursday the 30th June.

I was increasingly hacked off at work, so I gradually hatched my plan, and left at around about 16:00 hours.

I travelled cross-country, avoiding the rush-hour A96 and A90 / Aberdeen by-pass and reasonably successfully navigating my way to the A90 north of Aberdeen. I struggled to decide whether I needed to take the A90 further north or south towards Aberdeen. Eventually I opted for the latter, and then misguidedly turned off into Blackdog. Here I consulted my mobile and realised I needed to continue further towards Aberdeen to find the Murcar Links Golf Course road. This I successfully did, and once there I parked up and assembled my gear and marched off north along the track through the Murcar golf course, as the RBA App suggested.

All a bit too literally though. I continued north, rather than diverted east as I realised I should have done on the way back. Eventually this track allowed me just to cross (carefully and respectably) one hole of the golf course to the sand-dunes, from where I had a good view out over a further sand-dune ridge, and the nearby North Sea. And lots of distant scoter, etc..

The trouble was, between the sand-dunes I was on, and the next ridge of sand-dunes was an intervening valley with a burn and dense reed-bed to traverse.

I continued north along the dunes, and then clambered down and along the steep eroding face of these dunes to the burn which I eventually crossed close to the point at which it reached the beach. Then I returned south across the beach and then onto and along the seaward sand-dune ridge. Once opposite the huge rafts of scoter I selected a suitable viewing point and erected my tripod and mounted my telescope, and scanned and scanned and scanned.

Initially this produced good views of huge numbers of Common Scoter, plus a range of other ducks, etc.. Eventually, as I got my eye in, and realised that the Velvet Scoter were mainly in small groups which tended to be further out. It was very hard work given the huge numbers of scoters Murcar in June / July involves and the range the flocks were at, and the sea state. And a jogger running along the beach helped not, as he flushed large numbers of birds, including many of the scoters........ .

I tried very hard but failed. I had seen no one (apart from golfers) nearby so as I contemplated what to do and opted to move further south along the sand-dunes and view from there (or leave!) I was somewhat surprised to find an update suggested the object of my quest was ‘still there’ at 18:00. Eh?

I was flummoxed. It was now c.19:00 and I had been there for at least an hour (and much more perhaps) and had seen no one.

I made my way south along the dune ridge and in doing so suddenly happened upon (to use a quaint expression) a couple, familiar from Fair Isle, who were grilling the flock from a point some few hundred metres south of where I had been.

What’s more, they had it, or at least, had had it.... .

But the fact that they had had it was fantastic news, which gave me renewed optimism.

Could he / we re-locate it? We gave it a good go, but struggled, and struggled really badly in my case. However, with commendable persistence he re-located it, and then managed to get me onto it. This was some achievement in both regards, and by me as well as him (though massive respect to him for his efforts!).

I slowly got my eye in on the bird in question, and once I had done it became somewhat easier to (lose and) re-locate the bird. Very often it was resting ‘with its head under its wing’ which made it all the harder to identify. Well, that is, until I realised that even when it was ‘at rest’ the exposed white wing patch was way more pronounced than it was on the few Velvet Scoters adopting the same pose.

So despite the birds’ un-cooperative behaviour (it was sleeping a lot of the time), etc., it was very rewarding eventually seeing the bird, and then, when the couple left, having it to myself and keeping on it, and then, finally, getting someone else who arrived later on it.

In addition to the highly distinctive wing flash when at rest, and despite the rolling sea and thronging mass of scoters, the views I obtained were good enough to see the pinky bill hues, the appropriately-shaped bill bump, the extensive white ‘lick’ back from the eye and nicely contrasting brown flanks, all of which enabled a useful (and reassuring) comparison with Velvet Scoter.

So ultimately, I was very happy, after a less than happy day at work.

And all the more so once I was back at my guest house in Huntly. Here I researched the status of White-winged Scoter. I belatedly realised that it now had full species status and that I had just had another tick!!!!

Subsequently, further audiences with White-winged Scoters in Shetland and Fife followed as birders got to grips with the i.d. of the split species (i.e., both White-winged and Stejneger’s).

White-winged Scoter, off Murcar, Aberdeenshire, June 2016 (photograph credited to Kris Gibb).

Lesser Grey Shrike – Great Wakering, Essex, 22^nd August 1989

What’s this???? Minshull twitches a Lesser and is successful? Yes thanks, although it would have been far better without the military intervention.

Sunday the 27th August 1989 saw me on another twitch from St. Albans with Mike Thompson and Pete Ewer. This involved us travelling out into the wilds of the Essex marshes beyond Southend-on-Sea and Great Wakering. Here a Lesser Grey Shrike had been for the past ten days. The only problem was that it was extremely distant, in a location bordering a military danger zone.
After winning a spot the dot competition dissatisfaction with the view lead to persistence beyond the call of duty.

We encircled the birds’ position and eventually it surrendered to one of the scouts. Despite the range good views were achieved, allowing the diagnostic features of the plumage to be ‘scoped, including the wrap around black mask, wide white secondary flash, pink flush(?) on the breast, etc..

Not the best of views of what was still evidently a stunning bird.

This was rectified in September 1994 when my ex- Gillian and I got very good views of one at Elie in Fife.

Two less than prize-winning images of my second Lesser Grey Shrike near Elie, Fife in September 1994.

 Oriental Pratincole – Gimingham, Norfolk, 22^nd May 1993

A well-watched bird, well-watched....... .

I had been determined to avoid a potential bad miss, so I had driven from South Queensferry to Leigh after finishing work on the Forties Crude Export Expansion Project in Dalmeny on the afternoon of Friday the 21st May 1993. I’d arranged a lift from Leigh to Gimingham in Norfolk with Paul Pugh, et al., for the next day. By this time the bird had been around for a week....... .

Having departed work in my little AMEC works van at 14:40, I made surprisingly good progress and arrived in Leigh at 18:40. Here I was informed by Janine that Paul wasn’t going.... .

Less than helpful. I could have driven for four or more hours south on the A1 instead, and I was just in my noisy little Ford Escort van. Annoyed more than somewhat, I continued on, and on, via Dad’s in Chesterfield and through the night to Cromer in Norfolk and a chicken kebab. Then I continued on to Gimingham, where, after looking for the venue in the dark, I opted to park in a lane near the hospital. It was now 00:20 on the very early morning of the 22nd May. Whether I slept much is not recalled, but four hours later I was up and soon afterwards I was at the scene, as evidenced by some 15 or so cars and 20 or 30 birders in a field.

The bird was already showing in the nearby potato field, but as I was looking into the light and looking much further away than the bird actually was, I struggled at first. It was standing on a ridge in the potato field, standing somewhat static in the dawn light, giving good views but it was not exactly dynamic, apart from a few sudden flurries of activity as it shuffled its plumage.

A move by some of the watching gallery of birders produced excellent views. Slowly more birders arrived and slowly the bird became more and more animate, and I obtained better and better views of a storming bird. As the bird made its most distant foray over the field directly opposite the ‘car-park’ the gallery surged. Thus, when it returned to the potato field, I was in pole position. At this point Mike Thompson arrived but he was too embarrassed to stand with me as this would have involved standing in front of the birders behind me.

It had taken me five hours to get decent views in flight. Mike arrived and saw it well on the ground for five minutes, and then it, playing its audience to the optimum, decided to fly up and over the gallery, to perform over the horse paddock. Fantastic. It was my preference to think of it being from the Dutch East Indies rather than being Dutch. A class act.

After enjoying the circus, I retreated for a well-earned breakfast.

So, after Collared Pratincole in Turkey, much better views of an obvious pratincole (by far the rarest, but my first).

In flight it had slow, deliberate wing-beats, like a tern display flight. It had coppery brown under-wing coverts, and a mid-brown upper-wing with darker primaries and secondaries. There was no pale trailing edge to the wing. It had a short black forked tail, and white rump and under-tail coverts and belly.

It had mid-brown upper-parts and lighter redder mid-brown under-parts. It also had a black face mask and surround to the buff-white throat part. The bill was black with a bright red base to the lower mandible. The legs were also black. The eye was black with a white lower eyelid.

I saw it again some weeks later when it had taken up residence near Burnham Norton, and I was visiting North Norfolk and staying with the Mostyn’s with my ex-, Gilly, Gary and Debbie Hitchen and Mike, and Susie Pearson.

Oriental Pratincole at Gimingham, Norfolk, May 1993(photograph credited to unknown).

Oriental Pratincole at Gimingham, Norfolk, May 1993(photograph credited to Rob Wilson).