Saturday, 16 February 2013
Fronts, feet, bits and a nun.
First stop up the coast was Woodhorn - a large flock of pink-feet contained a 1w white-front and a single barnacle. Further back, the grey-lag flock contained four Greenland white-fronts - assumed to be the returning birds.
Cresswell was fairly quiet, though a glimpse of the bittern was useful, if somewhat unsatisfactory.
The chip-stop at Amble was a joyous affair, while East Chevington eventually gave up the female smew - cryptically lurking on one of the distant islands on the north pool.