Woe is me. Everytime I decide to "go for" something, it duly fucks off that very day. First the Seaforth White-tailed Plover/Lapwing decides to fly to Holland whilst I was driving to see it on Merseyside, then the Welsh Marmora'a Warbler does one after spending a week in south wales, now the Baird's Sandpiper that has been frequenting, wait for it, Kent, no Nottinghamshire, decides to leg it just as I was going to pay homage to this little nearctic wader bird.
Still, it's the 100th post of this blog next time 'round, a true cause for celebration or total dispair, whichever angle you view from. It's going to be a big one, trust me.