on the east coast.
Although the winds did not perform as we would have liked, the prospects of a few nice migrants
was enticing.
As always we missed most of the rain and had a typical autumnal day out, although Bob had a
change of clothes after being totally soaked emptying Pitsford moth traps at 5.30am. (don't laugh you
haven't seen his haircut yet).
One of these days we will find that elusive Woodcock on route to reception. Jack snipe had been reported from Patsy's pool, we saw Common Snipe, Wendy picked up a largish well marked male Sparrowhawk.
We then made our way around the relatively new track called the Autumn trail, at the end we had distant views of Spoonbill.
Walking back along the Meadow Trail the resident invisible Cetti's sang. Onwards to Island hide
picking up a couple of Beardies and Marsh Harrier. The water on the Fresh water marsh was quite low but held numbers of waders, mainly Ruff and Reeve, with Dunlin, Curlew Sandpiper, Grey Plover, Godwits, etc.
Off to the beach visiting Parinder on route, a lone Turnstone was feeding on the near tidal marsh.
A vagrant Pectoral Sandpiper was seen on the Volunteer marsh.
A fair bit of stuff was seen from the beach including Red-necked Grebe, G N Diver, Sandwich Terns
Gannet, waders etc. Dave built a sandcastle and tried to frame Sanderling in his camera, they were having none of it.............I lied about the sandcastle, but he did bring a plastic bucket and spade.
Back to the car for a drink and some nosh. We then had a little foray further down the coast having some nice views of Turnstone then back to Titchwell.
Back to look for the ever elusive Jack Snipe, while Wend and I made our way back towards Island Hide the others looked for and found Yellow-browed Warbler with Dave getting some great pics.
Walking back along the West Bank path we met up with bird club member Alan Coles who along
with his wife Jackie were spending a week in Norfolk.
Whilst Wendy found a Chinese Water Deer a male Scaup emerged on the Reedbed pool opposite.
All of a sudden time had overtaken us and it was time to return home.
Titchwell in autumn always holds that expectation of something unusual, we had a great day out.
Bob, Dave and myself must have looked strange as we walked together down the West Bank Path
each one of us limping for one reason or another.
Thanks go to our personal chauffeur Bob, great drive.
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