Trevose Head, Sunday

Juvenile Wheatear (I hope) !
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Two more life ticks… and another good day list

We bumped into Stan, Pete and Bob this evening. It was a relaxing evening, which I was in need of after the last two days of playing catch up at work with my “own work”, having had two members of staff on holiday and doing the work of three at times for the last two weeks, and I still haven't caught up! That’s what happens when you don’t have children. Dogs, mothers, hobbies and voluntary work don’t count! I can’t complain though. I think I must work for the best firm this side of the Tamar and NO I don’t tell them that and they don’t read my blog as far as I know as they don’t know about it, so I’m not guilty of “sucking up” – I really mean it !!!

My day list, including the garden morning head count, work and this evening (as always):-

1. Little Grebe
2. Mute Swan
3. Canada Goose
4. Mallard
5. Teal
6. Buzzard
7. Water Rail
8. Moorhen
9. Coot
10. Black Tailed Godwit (71 no less, but one was in bad shape and I would rather have just seen one good one to be honest)
11. Snipe
12. Dunlin (125)
13. Common Sandpiper
14. Wood Sandpiper
15. Greenshank
16. Redshank
17. Spotted Redshank
18. Herring Gull
19. Great Black Backed Gull
20. Woodpigeon
21. Collared Dove
22. Sand Martin
23. Swallow
24. Yellow Wagtail (heard by Bob and myself, but I would not have ID'd it successfully I don't suppose)
25. Wren
26. Dunnock
27. Robin
28. Blackbird
29. Sedge Warbler
30. Chiffchaff (heard – I hope!)
31. Great Tit
32. Blue Tit
33. Coal Tit
34. Magpie
35. Jackdaw
36. Carrion Crow
37. Jay (3)
38. Starling
39. House Sparrow
40. Chaffinch
41. Goldfinch
42. Greenfinch

Trevose Head - Sunday - Heaven...

Feeling out of sorts... A busy couple of weeks at work and my Reynauds ruling my life (if that is what it is that is taking over my hands and testing my pain threshold to the limit at the moment; giving me sleepless nights and dreading the mornings - One infection after the other in the ends of my fingers) I made my way to the edge of the cliff, having said to Trevor "wait in the car if you want to" as I know he's not running on all cylinders at the moment either, but he followed devotedly as always. I sat as close to the edge as I could and Trevor fiddled with the scope, having pointed out a Rock Pipit to me that I had seen earlier, but was not in full view now and I was too happy sitting to get up and aim the camera. I was just getting settled and thinking to myself, "well, having tried the meditation on Friday and Saturday that a friend told me about and failing at that miserably - this is the next best thing". All I could see were Gannets... They were everywhere, but could I get a shot - No! More stress. I put the camera down... bins beside the camera... RELAXATION! Who needs meditation............................
It was then I realised my bottom was WET! That is when I thought...

Who cares!!! I got some shots of Gannets, but they were not good!


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