EBR At Last

 Sunday January 11

Not the best of days weatherwise - but it wasn't raining.  Towards the end of December, an Eastern race of the Black Redstart had taken up residence in Sheringham. Originally, it was around the Chalets and sewatching shelter, we'd visited once, as it occasionally came into view from the upper tier, and had been unsuccessful. The bird was now in St Nicholas Close, a residential area, having found shelter from storm Gerritt I should think. 

As we drove in, three birders with cameras poised alerted us to the bird's presence. We parked across the road and had limited views of this lovely little bird perched on the wall in front of the watchers. A few minutes later, the Redstart flew over our heads into another garden. We took the opportunity to drive up the road, turn around and park once more. This time, the bird appeared on the grass verge in front of us, only viewable through the front windscreen. I enjoyed the binocular views of it feeding in the grass and on the flower border. The nearby photographers had a tremendous view, although the light was very poor.

It then flew across the road again, and I took a few more photos before we left for Cley, hoping to return on a sunny day.

 





Lovely bitd, enjoyable experience. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 For the next couple of hours, we tried to add birds which had eluded us on the 1st. Golden Plover, Pintail and Shoveller at Cley, Greenshank at Morston - where we met Ian and Sue, who had been looking over the marsh from the viewing tower.

 

Our garden has added Water Rail (a garden tick and still visiting daily), Great Spotted Woodpecker, Siskin, Blackcap and Sparrowhawk. Pam has seen a Jay.

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