RSPB Otmoor & Bernwood Forest :: 12 July 2025

There was a UK heatwave from 9–15 July, with amber warnings issued for the South East, including Oxfordshire, with temperatures peaking at around 33°C. Kev @kev07713 and I talked over our plans for the day - spending hours out in the sun didn’t seem like the smartest idea. That led us to a new thought: maybe today was the day to finally go looking for a purple emperor butterfly - we’d been meaning to for a couple of years but had never quite made the time.

These butterflies favour mature deciduous woodland, especially areas with a mix of sunny glades, ride edges, and closed canopy - with oak and sallow trees - and in this weather just like the kind of habitat we wanted today. Not only would it give us a shot at seeing one, but it would also offer shade and respite from the worst of the heat.

As we talked more, I suggested we make a quick stop at RSPB Otmoor for a couple of hours in the morning, then head over to Bernwood Forest, just a few miles beyond Otmoor and a well-known purple emperor site. These butterflies are only on the wing for a short time each year, with timing dependent on weather and region. In southern England, they usually fly from late June to late July, peaking in the first half of July, but this year’s warmth had triggered an early emergence with some sightings already a couple of weeks old. From what we’d read, we were likely at the tail end of peak activity, that precious window when the emperors descend from the canopy. We were hopeful there might still be one or two about.

We set off and, with only short drives planned, grabbed a meal deal at the petrol station - no café breakfast this time. Arriving at Otmoor, we found the car park holding 10 cars, the sun already making it t-shirt weather. We joined the track leading to the bridleway and were almost immediately greeted by a (family) group of lesser whitethroats - my first of the year, it turned out, though I only realised that later. I tried to get a photo, but they stayed frustratingly active and just out of reach, never quite still in the open.

Further along the bridleway, we picked up both sedge and reed warblers and carried on, eventually spotting a rather scruffy-looking chiffchaff. It was partially hidden at first, buried in the foliage, but soon popped out onto our side of the track for a clearer look.

Along the far hedge line of Greenaways, we spotted cattle egrets - some gathered close to the cattle, others perched in the trees nearby. We paused to scan the group, now mostly lifted off the ground, and managed to count 30 birds in total.

These egrets are a familiar sight on Otmoor’s wet grassland pastures, often seen foraging alongside grazing cattle or sheep, using the animals to stir up insects and other prey. As evening approaches, they tend to gather in willow trees near the hides, where large flocks settle to roost before nightfall.

Otmoor’s transformation began in 1997, when former farmland was restored into diverse marshland, creating ideal conditions for wetland species like these cattle egret. The site became a potential breeding location by 2023, with 2 or 3 birds regularly present through early summer. By 2024, their presence had grown significantly, with regular feeding flocks of 30 to 40 birds, and a record peak of 62 arriving to roost on 24 September.

We worked round until we reached First Screen where we joined a handful of people watching across the water - the glossy ibis was feeding out at the base of the tree. After 15 minutes or so it climbed up into the dead tree branches and started to preen. We talked with some of those present and heard reports of water rail off to the left - distracted we were lucky that someone was still watching forward and called a bittern flying across the water from right to left, and down a channel in the reeds. I wasn't quick enough to get a photo.

A bunch of the regulars dropped in, filling up the remainder of the space at the Screen: Peter Barker, John Reynolds, and others. A single cattle egret dropped into the dead tree with the glossy ibis, and then a further 24 landed in the taller tree beside. I'm not sure how many birds were still left on Greenaways.

We dropped down the steps to check the usual spot for common lizards, hoping to catch a glimpse of them basking. Otmoor is a great place to see them, particularly on warm, sunny mornings, when they often appear on logs and tile piles at the so-called “Lizard Lounge”, tucked just beside the First Screen.

These lizards become active in spring, emerging from winter hibernation, and can be seen basking well into late summer. The common lizard is the UK’s most widespread reptile, and unlike many others, it gives birth to live young in July rather than laying eggs.

They typically grow to 10–15 cm in length, with long tails and a wide range of colour variations - many show striped or patterned backs, and males often have yellow-orange spotted bellies, while females tend to be plainer underneath.

We were lucky enough to see at least two, both stopping long enough for me to squirm around for an angle to get a photo.

The regulars emerged from the Screen and were off down to Second Screen, although reports suggested there were no extra species to be found down there. The temperature and sun had both noticeably risen and we decided not to linger - we have a butterfly to find. Back at the car we jumped in and made for Bernwood Forest, less than 10 minutes away.

Once a vast royal hunting forest spanning over 400 km² and covering around 50 parishes, including parts of Oxfordshire, Bernwood Forest was established by Anglo‑Saxon kings and was especially favoured by Edward the Confessor - Deforestation began around 1217, accelerating in later centuries and by King James I’s reign, much of the original forest had disappeared. The modern Bernwood Forest comprises Shabbington Wood, Waterperry Wood (Oxon), Oakley Wood, York’s Wood, and Hell’s Coppice, forming part of the Shabbington Woods Complex SSSI. It covers about 465 ha of public access land, with approximately 88% ancient woodland, much of which is being restored to ancient semi-natural woodland (ASNW).

The area is renowned as one of the finest butterfly sites in Britain, with about 40 species recorded, including our purple emperor, silver-washed fritillary, white admiral, purple hairstreak, black hairstreak, Duke of Burgundy, and more. Bernwood Meadows, managed by BBOWT, lie adjacent to the forest and consist of traditional hay meadows rich in wildflowers such as green-winged orchids, lady’s bedstraw, knapweeds, ox-eye daisies, and more, attracting abundant insect life.

Facilities are minimal - no visitor centre - but this contributes to the forest’s quiet, tranquil feel and low footfall - however, access is free and open year-round; there are no parking charges. Bernwood Jubilee Way (61 miles long) and a dedicated butterfly trail with waymarked routes guide walkers through woods, rides, and meadows.

We’d never visited before but had some intel on where to search for the purple emperors, so we headed straight there, occasionally branching off to explore nearby areas when we had no early luck. There were plenty of butterflies, just not the one we’d come for.

What did catch our attention, though, were the numbers of silver-washed fritillaries - the largest and one of the most striking fritillaries in the UK. Once largely confined to southern England, they’ve been steadily expanding their range northward, with recent sightings as far as Yorkshire and the East Midlands.

These butterflies are a vivid orange with black spots, and the males are unmistakable thanks to four bold black scent streaks on their forewings - the greenish-bronze hindwings reveal the distinctive silvery streaks that give the species its name. On a trip away from our spot Kev came across something quite special, a Valesina form of the silver-washed Fritillary. This rare genetic variation occurs in a small percentage of females, mostly in larger colonies in southern England. Instead of the typical orange and black, Valesina females have a dusky olive-green or violet-brown upperwing, with a pinkish flush underneath, while still displaying the trademark silver streaks ... a remarkable find.

We saw a few species we have seen more regularly such as the small, large, and green-veined whites but they were all great company as our wait continued.

Time wore on and we continued to add to the count with large skipper and comma butterflies. We waited, eyes lifted toward the oak canopy, scanning every movement and glint of light - waiting to see a purple emperor appears to not just a matter of chance; it’s a quiet exercise in patience and hope - we know the feeling from some of our birding trips. The woods around us were alive: ringlets danced low over the brambles, silver-washed fritillaries continued to cruise confidently along sunlit rides, and red admirals zipped through in flashes. But still, no emperor - we knew they were up there, gliding high in the canopy, invisible against the leaves.

The ruddy darter is widespread across southern and central England, with its range steadily pushing northward. The woodland ponds and shaded pools found in and around Bernwood Forest provide ideal habitat for this species. As we watched butterflies along one of the rides, several dragonflies drifted through, weaving along the sunlit paths. One (a ruddy darter) paused long enough for me to manage a photograph as it settled briefly on a leaf right in front of us.

You wait, and the waiting becomes part of the experience. Because when the emperor finally appears, it’s special. At first, we thought the butterfly that landed in front of us was a white admiral, but it turned out to be our target - a female - we'd then see another (a female) as a family stood motionless as one landed just to the side of them on the stone path. We followed it up the track and into the car park before we lost it into the trees and lost from view.

Male and female purple emperor butterflies can be distinguished by several physical and behavioural differences, even though they are similar in overall size and shape. Both sexes have beautiful, mottled underwings - browns, greys, and a distinctive orange-ringed eyespot but the male has striking iridescent purple sheen on upper wings when viewed from certain angles, while the female lacks purple sheen on the upper wings - they are mostly dark brown/black with white bands.

We'd get one more chance to see another (another female), this time following it down the path before it again disappeared into the trees.

I spotted one high in the canopy, but it refused to come down, and when it moved, it settled even higher and completely out of sight.

Our final species of the day was a purple hairstreak - most of their flight and interaction happen high in the oak canopies, with occasional descents to lower levels during cooler or later parts of the day. It is a small butterfly with a glossy purple sheen and a narrow black border on the upper wing, then a silvery-grey with a white streak and orange eyespots near the tail.

It was a lovely and slightly different kind of day - I think Kev’s caught the bug, as he headed back for another go midway through the following week.

RSPB Frampton Marsh :: 05 July 2025

It was shaping up to be another potentially damp Saturday, so Kev @kev07713 and I headed northeast, where the forecast looked driest; our destination this time was RSPB Frampton Marsh. There was nothing particularly headline-worthy reported and most of the recent highlights had already moved on - but there’s always hope, and a day spent birding at Frampton is never wasted.

We skipped our usual breakfast stop, planning instead to grab something from the Visitor Centre once it opened. Arriving in good time, we made our way toward the 360 Hide and Reedbed Hide, pausing along the way to enjoy good numbers of black-tailed godwits, ruff, little ringed plovers, and a couple of redshanks mixed in with the usual wildfowl. A reed warbler darted across our path, while linnets and goldfinches flitted overhead.

At the 360 Hide, we settled in and began scanning the pools. Reports of spotted redshanks had come in recently with 11 individuals reported earlier in the week, it looked like they were all still present and showing well.

The spotted redshank is a striking and elegant wader, medium-sized, with long legs and a distinctive silhouette. They pass through the UK mainly on migration and occasionally overwinter in small numbers. Seeing a group like this together made for one of the day’s highlights. In summer breeding plumage it sports striking black with white spots, long red legs, and a slightly upturned bill with a red base. Our birds were in this form but as winter approaches they will return to non-breeding plumage - a pale grey above and white below, more subdued.

They do not breed in the UK but in the far north of Scandinavia and Russia. A passage migrant, they are typically seen in spring (April–May) and more commonly in autumn (July–October). There are often up to 5 birds but there has obviously been a bit of an upgrade! Between here and the Reedbed Hide we had some distant but occasional good views. From the Reedbed Hide there was an individual who was sleeping in the edge of the grass, beak tucked under its wings and motionless - well every five minutes or so it would look up and before you could even reach for the camera it would be back down.

At one point, something spooked the flock - godwits, lapwings, ducks, and even the spotted redshank all lifted into the air in a sudden burst of activity. After a couple of circuits over the hide, the birds gradually settled back down. The spotted redshank returned to the island, at first keeping close to cover. After a few minutes, it stepped back into the open water, spent some time preening, and then returned to its preferred roosting spot to doze.

From the 360 Hide, we had a good view across the pools. Most birds were either sleeping or preening, though a few were actively feeding in the shallows. Spotted redshanks forage by wading through shallow water, using their long legs and slender, slightly upturned bills. In deeper areas, they often sweep their bills from side to side, a technique similar to that of an avocet, to detect and disturb prey. Much of their foraging is done by touch rather than sight, thanks to sensitive receptors in the bill that can detect movement in the water.

On the island, behind the spotted redshank was a single spoonbill - others were grouped elsewhere and as usual, fast asleep.

From the 360 Hide, we also watched a pair of little ringed plovers fiercely defending their territory. They repeatedly chased off any birds that strayed too close, first a few ruff, then a couple of unsuspecting lapwings. After a few minutes, the reason for their agitation became clear - two tiny chicks appeared, likely no more than a day old. Cute.

Within just a few hours of hatching, little ringed plover chicks are up on their feet - long legs and all - and leave the nest almost immediately to begin foraging. They’re precocial and nidifugous, meaning they’re mobile and feeding independently from the start, though both parents stay close to guide them to invertebrate-rich spots and keep watch for danger.

We started back to Reedbed Hide and came across a sedge warbler calling and perch just below the tops of the reeds - in the end I found an angle I could get a clear view - I suppose it won't be too long before they are on the move.

Almost back to the Reedbed Hide we stopped to look at the sand martin wall - there had been significant numbers of them in the sky above us and here we saw them returning to their chicks to feed them. In mid‑June, the reserve team observed the first nesting tunnel being dug in a constructed sand/gravel bank, and now 67 Sand Martin nests are active in the colony. Many pairs attempt a second brood before they depart in late summer or early autumn

Several of the nest holes had chicks perched right at the entrance, their tiny heads poking out as they waited to be fed. Now and then, a cluster of adults would gather near the wall, only to scatter suddenly, as if sensing a nearby threat. I managed to capture one of these moments on video.

We continued toward the East Hide, pausing along the way to watch several ruff and a mix of dabbling ducks and other wildfowl. At one point, Kev picked out a bird and called it as a wood sandpiper, a call we both quickly agreed on. It stood in place preening, giving us a good look, though it didn’t move much. Eventually, it took off to feed elsewhere, leaving us to carry on to the hide.

From the East Hide, Kev once again picked out the wood sandpiper, this time feeding along the far side of the pool. It moved steadily from right to left, and a few others in the hide were eager to get onto it. Once they realised just how distant it was, most abandoned any hopes of a photo, though one determined birder mentioned heading to another hide in case it offered a better view.

We lost sight of the bird for a while but managed to relocate it a couple more times before heading off to continue our walk along the sea wall.

Now on the sea wall we saw marsh harrier, male and female, quartering on the saltmarsh, and a single brent goose - the UK hosts tens of thousands of brent geese from October to March and this time of year they have usually migrated to Arctic Russia, Svalbard, and Greenland to breed (May–August). RSPB Frampton Marsh and similar wetland reserves occasionally report isolated birds in summer.

Back off the sea wall, we chatted with a reserve volunteer who mentioned a couple of green sandpipers had been seen along the return route. We’d already picked up a couple of common sandpipers, so it was great to add another species to the list. Thinking about it, I’ve seen fewer green sandpipers this year than usual, so it was a welcome addition, and our 57th species of the day.

We stopped at the Centre for some food, catching it still serving, but not long before they would close – almost too late even for lunch!

Year list: 219.

RSPB Bempton Cliffs, Wykeham Forest, & Ayrshire :: 30 June - 03 July 2025

This time last year, I was stuck at home, confined to a room after catching COVID, an incredibly inconvenient turn of events; Charlotte and I had been due to meet up with Kev and his wife for a short holiday in Amble on the Northumberland coast. The trip was especially exciting because it was a chance for Charlotte to see her favourite bird, the puffin. Unfortunately, by the time we finally made it to that part of the world on August 20th, all the puffins had already departed from both RSPB Bempton Cliffs and Coquet Island.

We’d planned to visit Bempton Cliffs earlier, on June 20th, when I had a day off but that plan fell through. Charlotte had been in London with friends the night before, attending the Queen’s Club Tennis tournament, and was on her way back by train when it was severely delayed by a broken-down train ahead. She and her friends eventually got off at High Wycombe, having had enough of the stifling carriage conditions. By the time she got home, the idea of getting up early to make a long journey didn’t seem to land well.

Fast forward to today, we were heading north to visit my mum in Ayrshire and decided to take the long way round via the east coast, this time determined to see puffins. After the puffins we planned an overnight hotel stop along the route, breaking up the journey before the final 3.5-hour stretch the next morning. For now, and after stopping for breakfast, we arrived at RSPB Bempton Cliffs to find the car park already full - we were directed to the overflow, which surprised us a little given that it was a Monday and still before the school summer holidays.

We geared up and set off through the Visitor Centre, heading west along the cliff path toward the spots where I’ve previously had the best luck spotting puffins.

Sure enough, Charlotte soon picked out a couple perched on the cliff, and then, further along, we saw several tucked into a rocky crevice. They really are comical little birds, perched together, looking at one another with an expression that somehow manages to be both puzzled and mournful. There’s something cartoonish about them, as if they’ve been drawn into real life: oversized, triangular beaks brightly striped in orange, yellow, and blue like they’ve been coloured in with crayons, and beaks that seem just a bit too big for their faces.

They walk about on vivid orange feet with a stiff, waddling gait, like little penguins in tuxedos who’ve forgotten how to be elegant. Despite their slightly clumsy look on land, puffins are superb swimmers and strong fliers. But on the ground, their awkward tripping and bumbling movements only add to the sense that they’re doing their best but charmingly falling short, in the most endearing way imaginable.

Unsurprisingly, the puffins were a big draw among the throngs of guillemots, razorbills, and kittiwakes clinging to the cliff walls. I believe I once read that around 3,000 of these distinctive birds return to the crags here each year to breed. They’re what everyone comes hoping to see, their annual puffin, or perhaps their very first. Puffins mate for life and return to the same nesting site each spring, so it’s entirely possible to spot the same pairs year after year. A few perched close enough to give excellent views as they turned slightly on their ledges, and I hoped I’d managed to capture some decent shots.

From our first stop at the Grandstand viewpoint, we made our way along the path, pausing at Mosey Downgate and Bartlett Nab before eventually reaching the far end at Jubilee Corner. There, we looked out across the water and could see puffins coming and going from the sea, some returning with food for their chicks, mostly what looked like sand eels dangling from their colourful beaks. It won’t be until late summer or early autumn that the pufflings emerge from their cliffside burrows and take flight for the ocean for the very first time.

From the viewpoint at the top of the cliff we were able to look out over the water with a wide vista and soon were able to see two small pods of bottlenose dolphins working across from left to right. The waters off Bempton Cliffs benefit from nutrient-rich fronts that attract fish species like sand eels, cod, herring, and haddock - all ideal for both seabirds and dolphins. The high chalk cliffs provide an excellent vantage point, making Bempton one of the best UK land-based locations to observe from.

Since earlier this year, Bempton Cliffs has served as England's first "Shorewatch" site, led by the RSPB in partnership with Whale and Dolphin Conservation (WDC). Trained volunteers use fixed-point, 10-minute binocular watches from the Bartlett Nab viewpoint to record marine mammals, including bottlenose dolphins. Over 80 monitoring days, 33 individual bottlenose dolphins were recorded on 22 of those days - volunteers have also reported harbour porpoises, grey seals, and even a well-known dolphin called "Runny Paint", which had previously been identified in the Moray Firth in Scotland. Over 30 individuals have been recorded in single pods, sometimes delighting onlookers with their aerobatics. Reports suggest that these dolphins originate from the Moray Firth population, initially migrating south to the Yorkshire coast, and now appear to be resident year-round, with peak views in late spring and summer.

The sky was busy with gannets, the odd fulmar, kittiwakes, puffins, guillemots, and razorbills - the puffins, razorbill and guillemots could often be seen speeding through carrying fish, presumably returning to their nests to feed young.

Razorbills are striking, seabird relatives of puffins found along UK coasts, are members of the auk family, and are known for their smart black-and-white plumage and distinctive, deep-billed profile. The UK hosts approximately 150,000 breeding pairs, which is a about a quarter of the world population. Like puffins, razorbills are pelagic for most of the year, coming ashore only to breed. During the breeding season these birds nest on cliff ledges often alongside puffins, guillemots, and kittiwakes - during July they disperse back out to sea, into the North Atlantic. Primarily they feed on small fish: sand eels, sprats, and herring, diving underwater using wings like flippers, reaching depths of more than 100 meters in pursuit of prey.

They lay only one egg per year, with both parents incubating and feeding - chicks fledge by jumping off cliffs into the sea, sometimes before they can fully fly! Bempton Cliffs is one of the best UK spots to see them.

As we tried to pick out puffins we had to try and exclude these close relatives - often cutting through with sand eels and sprats.

My favourite razorbill photo was taken back in 2022 when visiting Bempton Cliffs to see Albert, the black-browed albatross and is the picture just below - an account of the visit can be read here. They have a surprisingly vivid mouth interior that you might not expect from their sleek black-and-white exterior. It’s thought that this yellow gape may serve as a visual signal to potential mates or rivals, like the bright mouth colours of puffins and other auks.

We’d had some fantastic views, but as lunchtime neared, we made our way back to the Visitor Centre and came up with a plan to head north in hopes of catching up with the long-staying Ortolan Bunting at Wykeham Forest. On the way back to the car, we paused at the feeding station and were pleased to see the resident tree sparrows, regulars at this spot. While we have a few reliable places to get our annual fix of these charming little birds, it’s sometimes disheartening to witness their decline across so many regions. The tree sparrow has experienced a dramatic long-term decline in the UK (93% decrease between 1970 and 2008), though there have been modest signs of stabilisation or local recovery in recent years around: east and north Yorkshire, Cambridgeshire and Lincolnshire Fens, Wiltshire and the Marlborough Downs, Staffordshire and West Midlands, and sites like Musselburgh and Aberlady Bay in Scotland.

The first confirmed report of the Ortolan bunting was on 11 June and Kev had been to see it the previous week and said how easy a twitch it was - guaranteed to see it he said. The journey was about 45 minutes but on arrival we talked to the birders present to discover that the Ortolan bunting had disappeared, just as many hopeful birders arrived, making it a classic case of a rare bird that was there ... and then wasn’t when it mattered - some of the birders had already been there for 7 hours. This female Ortolan buntings had been associating with a male yellowhammer. This behaviour has been observed in both mainland Europe and, occasionally, the UK during rare vagrant appearances.

In their native range across southern and eastern Europe, Ortolan buntings often nest in the same open habitats as yellowhammers and rock buntings, and it’s not uncommon to see them foraging together. So, mixed-species associations aren’t unheard of. There had been reports suggesting that the Ortolan here had been seen mating with a male yellowhammer. We did spot a male yellowhammer nearby, calling persistently and clearly doing his best to attract a mate. Kev had mentioned that this lone male had been observed behaving this way, in addition to the presence of the mixed pair.

We hoped that as the day was very warm that eventually our bird might show - it had been reported the Ortolan frequently returned to a small puddle or damp area near the log piles and clearing edges, drink and bathe briefly, before returning to low brambles. Drinking and washing I think indicate the bird was settled and behaving naturally, rather than just passing through. For rare vagrants, this kind of relaxed, routine activity is often a good sign they may linger ... which the Ortolan did for nearly two weeks.

We watched as mainly linnets moved through the area. Activity centred around a sallow and a few other species moved through, often difficult to see through the dense leaf cover, including a single male siskin.

We continued to wait and eventually a pair of crossbills appeared again in the sallow - the female seemed to show better but I managed to get some photos of both. I'd heard reports of a few returning to the UK from continental Europe. Some years bring just a trickle; others (irruption years) bring hundreds or thousands of birds. Reports from southern Scandinavia and Poland suggest mixed cone crop health this year which is likely to result in moderate crossbill arrivals into the UK over the coming months. Their movements are irregular and food-driven, so local flocks can grow quickly with little warning.

After almost 2½ hours we had to accept defeat and left the remaining birders to continue their now 9½ vigil, travelling on for a couple of hours to our hotel for the night, and dinner.

The next day, we travelled to my mum’s and checked into our hotel, heading out for dinner later that evening at the Troon Yacht Marina.

The following morning, I got up early and made my way to Maidens, where a Western sandpiper had been lingering for some time. Initially identified as an overwintering little stint on 12 November 2024, the bird was reidentified in May 2025 — an obvious first for Ayrshire. What had originally been a “nice-to-see” rarity quickly became a “must-see” lifer. They can easily be confused with: semipalmated sandpipers - very similar but typically has a straighter bill and lacks the Western's subtle reddish tones in breeding plumage; little stint - slightly smaller, straighter bill, and different plumage details.

According to the BTO’s British List, the Western sandpiper is classified as "Accidental", with only (I think) 12 accepted records in Britain. It breeds in Alaska and eastern Siberia and migrates to wintering grounds as far south as Central and South America - a common migratory shorebird.

It had rained overnight and was still coming down as I made my way along the 45-minute route. Oddly, the BBC weather app showed clear skies and no rain. I checked several other apps, all agreeing that the rain would persist until about 8.15am. When I arrived at the car park by the harbour, I considered waiting for the rain to ease, but after a few minutes, I decided to gear up and head out anyway. I walked toward a cluster of rocks where I thought the bird might be and was drenched before I even got there. Setting up my scope, I scanned the area, feeling a bit anxious about spotting the bird in the rain and stiff sea breeze. After about ten minutes, I paused to scan again with my binoculars. That’s when I spotted a bird crouched low in front of some rocks, sheltering from the worst of the weather. I steadied myself and looked closer - this was my bird. Big tick!

After another 10–15 minutes, the bird scurried across the rocks, onto the sand, and then took flight across the bay, landing on the beach opposite. I made my way around and was treated to some incredibly close views as it shuffled back and forth, edging closer each time. Occasionally, it would fly back to the rocks, but within 5–10 minutes, it always returned to feed on the beach. Time was ticking, and I had to start thinking about heading back to the hotel to make it in time for a shower and breakfast before 8.30.m. The weather had been less than ideal, but it was a cracking little bird, and a life tick to boot.

The following morning was dry, but the sky hung heavy and grey, with a stiff breeze coming in off the sea at Stevenston Point. I’d arrived before breakfast, my visit coinciding with the high tide, hoping to catch sight of some Manx shearwaters - regulars here at this time of year. The bay was busy with cormorants, shags, gannets, and gulls, but no sign of any shearwaters ... at least, not at first. Eventually, I picked out a few on the distant horizon through the scope. A couple did pass slightly closer, though they were still miles offshore. I grabbed a record shot anyway. Among the at least 15 gannets feeding in the bay, a pair that appeared to be second-calendar-year birds stood out. Overall, it was surprisingly quiet, and apart from the usual suspects, there wasn’t much else of note. Still, with four year ticks in as many days, it had been a rewarding run - this would be my final outing before heading back to Banbury.