Met up with Paul at the airfield early doors to have a look at the Shrike, but sadly she had gone AWOL. Storm Doris had abated overnight and it was a lovely, calm sunny morning, the cool air full of the sound of Song Thrushes and Skylarks. It was great to be out, but after an hour our only reward was a small covey of Grey Partridges.
Home to collect the gang and off east to Scarbados. The skies were clear and a light westerly meant it was almost balmy on the beach, well, about 8 degrees.
Harder to find was the diminutive Black-necked Grebe, but
after a chippy lunch, we spied the red-eyed fluffball busily feeding
among the boats. It really motored around and took some effort to keep
up with it.
About 20 Turnstones were seeking discarded chips and at
least three sported some fine leg bling.