I dashed out for a pre-work walk around the Brooks this morning, in the hope of finding some migrants. It was a bit quiet, with a few Reed Warblers in, but not the hoped for Grasshopper Warbler, which has ignored some good looking habitat for quite a few years now. Setting out for a brisk walk back to get to my desk in reasonable time, it all went wrong: there was a Gropper yelling its head off where I’d been 20 minutes earlier. Of course Karen wasn’t there, but she was able to dash over in a quarter of an hour while it was still noisy. Eventually it showed, never unobscured, but the closest and loudest Gropper we’ve ever had. I’ll admit it: I might have been a bit late to my desk.
Birds, wildlife and travel