Brian, Norman and I made our usual early start, hoping (to be honest) to catch the recently-present Caspian Tern: sadly, it failed to put in an appearance. As we were waiting to cross the road to the reserve, however, the bird of the day - a Quail - called a dozen or so times from the field to the east of the car park.
A flock of ten Spoonbills (the majority being juveniles) spent an hour in front of the Centre Hides, while Cattle Egrets, Little Egrets and Great Egrets came and went continually. Several mixed flocks of Curlews and Whimbrels flew through, the latter performing their famous 'seven whistles', while both Little Ringed Plovers and Ringed Plovers were present. After coffee we walked out to the sea, but, apart from more Whimbrels and a few terns, that was about it.
Norman needed to be home early afternoon, so we left the north coast around midday and headed south, stopping at Warham Camp on the way: lots of butterflies (including several unphotographable Chalkhill Blues) - photos later!
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