I came across my first male wheatears of the year on Tuesday, three of them in fact, in a ploughed field on the plains. Two females were also there.
The stone curlews were close by and although they stayed very still as always, their greyish plumage did not camouflage them very well against the dark earth background or the local creamy stones.
Today's bike ride turned up over forty species but no new arrivals. The floods at Fougère have now virtually disappeared but a little egret was taking advantage of the little water that remains.