You make your own luck

I'll be honest, when I'm birding I'm not interested in counting stuff, taking note of what's around or talking to people. My sole intention is to find stuff, something not recorded for the day, something interesting or of note, or something rarer than rocking horse sh*t! Sunday I found myself waking up late at my mums after a rather beer fueled evening, even with the late start I was itching to get out and use my new bins, we're all kids at heart... Fortunately my mum's is next to Anton lakes LNR so the decision was taken to head there for an amble around, "hey, there might be a Yellow-browed there" I thought to myself. The weather was overcast with very little wind, by the time I was at the reserve gates I'd already seen 298 Redwing and 16 Songthrush and a Firecrest in the orchard so things were going well! There's a nice unused track following the stream, i've always liked it because of the undergrowth is just about birdable, as I walked around the corner something flushed and began calling, fast and repetitive "peoot peoot" Fuck! Radde's Warbler!!! before doing anything I recorded the call, I was then able to see the bird and I was correct in my ID, I phoned around the local birders and then the bird went national, I hadn't even photographed it! fortunately though, it showed for me one more time before the crowds appeared... 

It was inevitable...

We had to admit, it was bound to happen... our Yellow-browed Warbler duck was broken yesterday with a bird calling shortly after dawn. Unfortunately it was a little bugger and vanished pretty quick! This morning prof had an equally brief view of one in the front garden, again just after dawn, irritatingly it wasn't then seen until 11:30, yet another brief sighting before I was handed a bird bag and told i should go and ring it...


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