And still they keep on coming. Whilst walking back from Cley through torrential rain this afternoon, absolutely soaked and friggin freezing (shorts were a bad choice), stumbling across yet another good bird was the last thing on my mind. But as I walked through Beach Way, a lark with no trailing edge popped up from the gravel, calling like a Sand Martin, flippin Short-toed Lark!! After the rain eased off the bird showed well, giving much better views than I got of the one here 2 years ago down at the Cley end.
Bird of the day yesterday was this Arctic Skua putting on a great show as it chased terns close offshore, even flying over the shingle ridge to the saltmarsh at one point.
What else have we got to come before autumn kicks in?
p.s. no I haven't seen a Caspian Tern