Hell's teeth, I must be bored/boring/inane to work something like that out. What the fuck am I talking about?
Rambling - jewellery for sheep.
Think about it.
"So this is a birding blog, ja?"
Ja, for sure.
"Well where have you been to lately then?" I hear you cry.
Well, I'll tell you, my little imaginary chums.
Last week, a Bonaparte's Gull AND a blinking Ring-Billed Gull were found over the bridge near Far Ings on the same night (hence I couldn't drive due to lager retention) along with a load of Med and Yellow Legged Gulls! Jesus Holy Mary! I turned up there the next morn to find the car park absolutely rammed with erm....no birders whatsoever! I couldn't believe this. Bony's and Ringer at the same site at the same time and nobody showed up.
I had a good go at the Gulls on Chowder Ness but only found 2 adult Meds amongst the common fodder. Not good!
I tried again....wait for it....two days later and guess what? Well, I'm pretty sure that I had the Ringer off Far Ings from the brick hide looking over the Humber plus a near adult Caspian! Get in. But nothing worth mentioning back at Chowder Ness though (where the birds were originally found). I've found myself being drawn into "Gulling". I still think they're hard though. Am I alone in this? I can't be. Practice needed methinks.
On the 13th I headed up to Filey to have a look at the beautifully patterned* first year male King Eider. It showed very nicely. Very nicely indeed for a sea-duck. They're pretty fucking** god*** damn rare here in Yorkshire, with a record from Flamborough last year and before that a bird way back in 1846 or summat. This bird was actually seen passing Flamborough the week before and seemed pretty settled with the local Eider group.
So, who says that this isn't a birding blog. There. A post about birds just to keep you happy.
* heavy sarcasm is used in this blog.
** I nearly went 3 posts without swearing. Nearly.
*** I didn't even put a capital letter on "god" which shows my general attitude towards deities - pure anarchy!