As a relief from the Pett Petrel Shortage, I turned inland to Doleham where, on a dismal morning, I had little hope of anything special.
Things looked up, however, when a Golden Oriole flew past me down the valley. It was not an adult male, but quite yellow and contrasty. I saw it again a couple of hours later, and while texting the good news to Phil Newton, heard the distinctive hard clicking of a Hawfinch, which flew over me up the valley. From where? To where?
Otherwise, 7 pairs of Lapwings are still on site, as well as odd Gadwall, Shoveler, Shelduck & Tufted Duck.

I got home for high tide, thinking I should give the sea another go, when I got a message from John Newton to say there was a colour-ringed Spoonbill at Carter’s Flood. Following a further fruitless scrutiny of the grey waves (score:….Common Terns…..Fulmars…a Seal sp……) I had a look at the Flood where the Spoonbill was busily sweeping the shallows.
