Quite perplexing to discover a bit of Cornish Pasty wedged in the eyepiece of my bins this morning when I strode out at Marshside.
It was a little worrying, as I haven't been to Cornwall since the "Alder" Flycatcher in 2008, and while I rarely refuse a savoury, can't remember scoffing one near my Leicas for a long, long time.
Got most of it out, leaving a bit in place should I ever need emergency rations (ah, who remembers the wonderful "Caramac" eyepiece of yesteryear?)
At least my bins are in a better state than my 'scope, which would be great if you like looking through net curtains, otherwise I strongly suspect a family of bottflies are still in residence after our sojourn in the Mexican rainforest earlier this spring.
Despite these minor optical challenges, the Sandplant compound was looking perfect for a stray Trumpeter Finch, but yielded only a noisy creche of juv Starling, Linnet, female Wheatear (interesting) and two singing Whitethroats. Percy Sledges were in fine voice, particularly the two males on either side of Marine Drive by Sandgrounders Hide, both squawking their brains out to mark their territories on either side of the tarmac.
All the usual summer stuff was about, but when the sun came out, the Dunlin flock on Polly's melted into a wibbly wobbly jelly haze, so no joy there.
The Reed Warbler at the Junction Pool is suffering from "Alcatraz Complex" (see below), but he's still singing away despite this affliction.
Even better, given that the species is so bloody scarce now, was the fledgling Goldcrest in the garden at Dempsey Towers early doors today - the fourth year in a row the wee 'uns have got a brood off here.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...