Someone once said about something, "It's a funny old game", and he (or she) was right! Less than 2 weeks ago
Hawky and I seriously considered for about 30 minutes twitching the
Sandhill Crane in
Aberdeenshire; a whopping 550 miles each way, costing god knows how much in juice, one turns up just up the A12. Well someone else also said "Good things come to he who waits". Well wait we did and voila! The crane flies about 500 miles south and plonks itself down in Suffolk, a drive of about an hour and 20 minutes from home.
After securing the afternoon off I was on the road by 1pm. By 5.30pm I was home in time for dinner. Superb. That's 2 quality local ticks in 3 days. If that Solitary Sand hangs on I hope to bag that on Thurs too, which would a make it one hell of an already tick-
tastic week.
The best I could get at distance in heat haze.
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