So with this in mind I decided on a walk from Pit-house West to Whiston Meadows via Treeton . In short an antisocial walk, on my own, avoiding Chav soaked RV, which by now (11ish) would be warming up to the distant (Zula like) base boom of a thousand Vauxhall Corsa’s descending on it.
Pit-house West was quiet apart from around 10 Reed Warblers some of which were singing from the surrounding trees – something that I only noticed after the floods last year. Woodhouse Washlands, with the human count standing at only 3, was very quiet apart from lots of Whitethroats and a couple of pairs of Lapwing. Next stop Treeton Dyke and firstly the tip area which disappointingly only produced a Garden Warbler. I was perhaps over optimistic thinking that the Dyke might come up with a Black Tern or Little Gull – it didn’t. However a piece of floating debris in the middle of the Dyke turned out to be a spanking male Garganey which promptly flew off. Fortunately I relocated it in the bay at the Northern end where it sat showing off its splendour for the next 30 minutes. Jo phoned me with the offer of a lift home so I decide to quit whilst ahead.
Back home my Bank Holiday relaxation was interrupted by a phone call informing me of a Woodchat Shrike just down the road at