Greenish Warbler, my bogey bird. I’ve searched for them to find my own, I’ve twitched them to try and see someone else’s, I’ve heard one that I couldn’t see, I’ve even gone as far as ignoring them because I know that if I go, I’ll dip the blasted things.
A text from at 08:43 from Ian this morning said “Greenish Warbler at St Marys”. Starting an instant headless chicken mode, from a standing start, I was showered and ready for work and at St Marys by 09:15, I had 45 minutes to try and see it before I had to leave to go to work.
I did actually see the bird, I saw the supercilium, I saw the wing-bar, I saw its pale undersides, I didn’t hear it call, but it was heard. Everything happened all too briefly, not enough of it. And after all of that I still came away feeling liked I’d dipped.
Its got a thicker pencilled in tick than it had with “heard” marked next to it. Maybe its just me wanting that perfect field guide view.