After a few days of seawatching that has grudgingly yielded most of what we were after (a post-work charge down to the sea for a Pom paid off at the second attempt), we went for a proper walk, to Pulborough Brooks. It proved productive, with the hoped-for Wood Sandpiper and Ruff still there. Hobbies were everywhere, a plastic White Stork was on the north brooks and there were plenty of Nightingales. They seemed to be showy this year, one even sitting in a treetop yelling its head off. A detour looking for owls on the way home (limited success) gave us a dusk encounter with a hare as we walked through a wood. The daft thing lolloped along the track up to about 10 m from us, and even then it didn’t run, just stepped off the track and started browsing.
A very noisy Goldcrest in our front garden this morning gave some nice views.