We headed south, to Inner Marsh. It was OK, but the hide was very busy (Spotted Crake had dropped in) and we grew tired of the trip report one-upmanship that passed for banter between the Twitchers. Like a poker game where Red-flanked Bluetails were seen, and raised by an Olive-backed Pipit. A pager pips. Mega rarity in Cornwall. So what? There is plenty in front of us deserving of our attention, and besides, you'd need a helicopter to get there in time.
Not for us all that rushing around so we amble down to the lane that leads to Burton Point and take the long road to the sheep dip looking for our own birds, we aren't enslaved by the pager...
It reappears further down but further away, on a post at the back of the field. I go for a picture wher the bird isn't the main thing in the frame. I like these kind of shots but I know they aren't everyones cup of tea. Photography can be a very personal thing. This image may just work for me, but that's cool.
When not posing on fences they are feeding in the field. Fuel is required for the long journey south. We watch them drop off the fence and over to the grazing sheep where they mooch about in and around the grass munchers. Perhaps they are disturbing insect prey for them, maybe they feel more secure with the sheep there. I don't know. We watch and record.
Pagers and odd Pipits in far flung places can wait. The Patch has more than enough action for us.