Every day of the Spring migration yields a promise of what might have arrived during the hours of darkness when most birds prefer to be on the move. So it is with anticipation that promising sites are visited on a daily basis.
But of course it would be too good to be true if something of interest were turned up every single day, and bird watching is often an exercise in patience and hope as much as anything else..
These philosophical musings are merely a preamble to saying that the only new migrants today were a couple of dozen blue headed wagtails near Fougere. They were in beautiful bright plumage which stood out among the muddy sunflower stubble even at a distance.
A few black headed gulls were still present as were the seven swans but there was nothing else of note except for a couple of green sandpipers and a lapwing.
The cuckoo which I heard at the house yesterday was showing himself this morning, and later in the day I saw two more migrating black kites above Montignac.
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