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You have found us. We are a secret group of crack birders who have turned our backs on the machismo, corruption, and backstabbing greed that constitute today's birding scene, and have united together to follow the True Path of non-competitive, collaborative and generally lovely birding-as-meditation-and-spiritual-growth. Consequently, we never see anything. Birds that land right in front of our noses, and which we can identify with our observer book, are written about here. Oh, and they have to be seen in - or from - the parish of Winterton-on-Sea, Norfolk, or on the walk round past East Somerton Church ruins and up the concrete track to Winterton Holmes (because it's a nice walk which we all do).

Wednesday, 8 September 2010

8 September 2010

A walk this evening with my Pete and my eldest son (who worked very well as a bush basher) produced a nice smattering of migrants.  The lovely male Red-backed Shrike which Pete found this morning was being mobbed by assorted tits at the start of the dunes from North Market Road, and the Totem Pole bushes held Whinchat, Redstart, a Black Redstart and a flypast Hobby.  A little further north there was a Pied Flycatcher and in the fading light a tantalisingly unclinched Barred Warbler.
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