Brecklands for breakfast
They say nothing in life is guaranteed. Not sure who ‘they’ are but they’re wrong. I know this because every time I visit Weeting Heath, I see stone-curlews. These are rather scarce or to be precise, rare British breeding birds. I have covered these characters before in a previous blog but my birding year would never be right if I didn’t see them in this wonderful habitat. Weeting Heath At 6.30am I’m still blurry-eyed and the thing about Weeting Heath is that it appears to be home to the entire country’s population of rabbits. These rabbits have a special talent. They do pretty good impressions of stone-curlews. Of the two hides, the first one produced nothing but rabbits and a mistle thrush. Normally, this position throws up a couple of the stones but not this time. And although the landscape is flat, it does have a distant ridge that drops away and you always think what if the birds are all down the bottom? That would be game over. The second hide overlooks the west side of t