I started writing this post on Sunday evening, then tiredness won and I forgot to press "publish" before heading off to bed. Sorry about that... Anyway.
Despite the LIES of the whole weather-watching community, we decided to embark on our third visit to Lakenheath on Sunday. Not a bad run up there, so still had a decent amount of time for a wander round despite the late start.
Superior birders were also in attendance, and may provide you with a more useful summary of the day.
There were lots of birds, many of which I can't remember now. Plenty of sedge/reed warblers everywhere, several cuckoo there
like last time, and bearded tits amongst the reeds. As well as the now really boring bittern booms, we think we heard some young bittern calling which was pretty cool. Bit late to see the cranes out and about, but we heard them too so is tickable I suppose even if not satisfactory. Of course the real reason we went an hour and a half out of our way was to try and catch a glimpse of some golden orioles before they disappear for another year. Me and
this one heard some very distinctive singing, and together we saw a couple of flashes of yellow through the forest with an audience of about 20 other people. I am told this was an oriole, but we must try harder next year I think.
I was a bit distracted by all the butterflies everywhere, so apologies for the lack of photographic evidence of any of the above. Here is what I did manage to get though...
There were more birds than this, but it was the only one that made it into my photographs. Young great-crested grebes were on my Things To See list for this year, so it was worth documenting.
The less cuddly variety of buzzy things. Was quite obliging for the photo though.
Small tortoisehell butterfly, one of a great many.
An Essex skipper, or so we believe. Feel free to correct me with your superior knowledge...I'll try to
avoid moths and butterflies and try to concentrate on the birds more next time, my most sincere apologies.