Opening the hide door, I met 'Knobby' (his name was probably Fred, Phil, Terrance or even Guy - but as I didn't ask, I'll never know). "Seen anything?", I enquired. His reply left me speechless, "Oh, just an Otter, Marsh Harriers, Bittern, Water Rail, Barn Owl, Cetti's Warbler, blah, blah, blah". For teh next two and a half hours I waited... and waited.
One crap Barn Owl picture - scant reward for getting up at such an hour.
A few hours spent with The Good Lady admiring the Swallowtail butterflies.
Few beasties are quite as smart as these - not even an adult male Citril Finch...
Green Hairstreak in the Doctor's garden
Agapanthia villosoviridescens - One can only hope that it's got an easier English name
This is one of my few Small Tortoiseshell this year - the only others were on the Isles of Scilly in April.
A final visit to Dunwich Heath provided us with the opportunity to miss Thrush Nightingale and a Bee-eater.... - and to turn down the opportunity of spending £410 to fly from Inverness to Fair Isle in the morning, having driven to Inverness through the night! I don't think so.
The sand Martins seemed undistracted by the Citril Finch news.
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