Late afternoon on top of the rlwy cutting N of the Flur hide looking NW at a ringtail harrier jousting with a crow when a spine-shivering whirr of wings swept over me:250+ starlings on their way into the sunset.
Wouldn't have been that much more exciting if Packham himself had been there to hold my cocoa!
On the way back 5 water rails in the ditches, 2 snipe calling as they flew in and a constant accompaniment of seeps as I disturbed roosting redwing.
Back at the ranch Mrs Tawny was noisy but no sign of low flying woodcock yet. No sign of dinner either.