Dungeness sometimes makes you work for your birds. This was such a day. I generally work the Long Pits, Trapping area and Desert first, looking for migrants. There were a few Chiffchaff and Blackcaps calling. Checked every Blackbird for a Ring Ouzel and spent too long chasing Common Whitethroats for a photo with no success. I wandered about aimlessly before deciding to try sea watching instead. This would surely be stacked with goodies.
As I approached the Nuclear Power Station’s perimeter, the instantly recognisable call of a Black Redstart filled the air. A rather smart male (they’re always smart) sat squarely on a post waiting for me to get my camera out.
Seawatching was slow. Small numbers of Arctic Terns and Common Terns dipped and dived at the Patch. Distantly, a party of six Gannets flew east. A single Black-throated Diver drifted east on the current and an Arctic Skua harassed one of a number of passing Sandwich Terns.
A couple of hours of sea watching is about all I can manage. I skidded down the scree of peebles that help form the sea defence and popped over to the RSPB reserve just down the road. A couple of Black-winged Stilts were enjoying their 3rd day here and I hoped to see them.
So I did but they were a bit distant!
Now the Common Whitethroat on the reserve are clearly not related to the ones around the bird observatory that refused to be photographed. Here on the RSPB reserve the whitethroats are proper little superstars who just love having their picture taken. Another mystery I guess.