Wanting Bluethroat for a year tick we headed down to Dunge this morning arriving just after first light.
We found the gorse bushes alive with Firecrests and I mean alive, simply dozens of the little gems feeding frantically after the long crossing.
A few Goldcrests flitted around with them and a couple of singing Chiffchaff added to the spectacle but the target bird failed to show despite a good search and long wait.
At the lighthouse we found more Firecrest and a Black Redstart showed in the power station as we approached the sea. From the shingle we watched Gannets and Auks and had a couple of Sandwich Tern fly down.
At Elmley the usual suspects showed as did a pair of Peregrine hunting the usual suspects and entertaining us in the process.