Black-headed GullMy alarm went off at 5.50am this morning. I peered through the blinds to be greeted by a dark and grimy looking day. Despite all my hopeful thinking last night you know, about finding a totally unusual Larid pacing around the football pitches at The Scrubs, I thought 'what the hell' and jumped back into bed. 'I'll find that weird gull tomorrow' I thought as I closed my eyes whilst snuggling up in my lovely warm bed.
Literally ten minutes later my little electric heater that I have had to employ recently to fend off the nippy evenings, suddenly switched itself on. I woke up with a start. You see, last night I switched the thing off but left it plugged in. So how did it turn itself on again? It was a spooky moment, but I saw it as a sign that I needed to get dressed, don my bins and head down to the patch. And so I did.
Unfortunately, I didn't find a Siberian Thrush (although one did show up at in Norfolk today). No, instead I had to make do with 4 Greylags flying over (rare here), 3 Stonechats, 350 Carrion Crows, c400 Black-headed Gulls and at least 57 Redwings.
So much for the sign!