Brian, Norman and I took a drive up to Cley in the hope of a few migrants: in the event we didn't see any hirundines, chats or Spoonbills.The centre hides are open again, so we started there with distant views of the long-staying Dowitcher, both on the deck and in flight. A move to Bishop's was unproductive, as was a walk to the sea along the East Bank. Coffee and scones on the terrace gave us distant views of a Great Egret but, with nothing to detain us, we decided to return home via Hickling.
The majority of the paths are still closed: hard to see why the track to the 'mound' at Brendon's Marsh is still out of bounds, since it is patently as dry as a bone!
A distant Crane and an even more distant Great Egret were about the best of it - several booming Bitterns were good to hear, but we failed to pick out any Garganey.
Both at Cley and Hickling the USAF were very active, with F35s and a KC135 in evidence.
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