An hour at MSTW this morning produced the first Little ringed plover of the year, sitting in a ploughed field, no doubt waiting for his mate. A little egret was on the scrape, along with a couple of little grebes.
My real target was the twite, found by David M on Friday. No luck there, I somehow don’t think they’ll be seen again but hope I’m proved wrong. Cetti’s warblers sang loudly from the reeds.
Late afternoon I couldn’t resist another visit, as the sun was out and an early migrant or two was on my mind. This time I headed for the works end and soon noticed a swallow overhead. He’d got a billion flies all to himself. Soon afterwards a brambling showed itself, then another and another. It soon became clear that a flock had dropped into the site to feed up. I don’t quite know how many there were, but they seemed to be all around the works hedgerows. At one time I counted ten white rumps as they flew between hedges. Some of the males were well on their way to breeding plumage, black hood coming through, stunning. A few lesser redpolls were around too, along with a few fieldfares and redwings.
To finish off a magical session a singing willow warbler had joined the (now plentiful) supply of chiffchaffs. When I left the bramblings could still be heard ‘wheezing’.