We travelled down on Tuesday and stayed in Hunstanton. As we arrived mid morning I made the first of 4 unsuccessful attempts at Golden Pheasant at Wolferton triangle. Of this we shall no longer speak but rest assured I will never try again. Until I'm next in Norfolk. We spent the afternoon checking out Titchwell on the premise that I was running a wader workshop for my colleague. Here before we had even reached the fresh marsh we managed to stumble upon a Water Rail in a ditch. It was extremely secreted so you guys get this Moorhen instead.
|Not a Water Rail|
We pushed on to the freshmarsh allowing me to year tick Pintail and Shoveller. Further scrutiny also revealed a Little Grebe & Dark-bellied Brent Goose (a.k.a. high arctic pale-bellied brent goose according to some tee hee).
|Best looking duck. No questions. Smew? pah|
The brackish marsh held lots of passerines with plenty of Skylarks and Twite in the vegetation plus rather bizarrely, two Grey Partridge. My first Avocets of the year were pratting about in a ditch. A pipit bobbing about proved to be a very pleasant Water Pipit, my first for a couple of years.
|'I told you Geoff, the sign said left!'|
Time was pressing so we bugged out.
Next installment tomorrow.