The rain bounced off the bonnet of the Baby Black Death and streamed down the windscreen..there was little to do for Bazzo and I but admire the foaming Cow Parsley lining the lane, 'cos conditions sure as hell weren't right to find our target today.
No sign of the pair of Hobby back at a top secret hush hush site for the summer, but when the rain eased and hopes rose again, at least there were good numbers of Skylark, singing Whitethroat and Yellowhammer in the hedgerow and plenty of Swifts hawking about overhead.
Lapwing and Redshank in the more overgrown fields, Buzzard and hunting Kestrel, and best of all a female Cuckoo prospecting for nests to leave a nasty surprise in.
The bird flew slowly over the rank vegetation, hovering repeatedly as it looked for hosts for its young, before the rain got too heavy even for that type of cloak and dagger operation.
Some days you really are better off staying home.
Much earlier at Marshside, 6 Wheatear round the Sandplant, plenty of Swifts and a few Dunlin at Nels.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...