21 Hours from Little Shearwater to Savi's

It appears I haven't posted a blog for some time. There's no excuse Well, there is an excuse, but it's feeble: I've been busy! Work, study, study, work. I think I slept at some point, too.

But this weekend has been super awesome. Today was my last day of a long weekend on Lundy. I was on the cliffs at 2am, listening to the Manx Shearwaters and their mournful cries... oh and a Little Shearwater, too, which was nice.
The rest of the day was comparatively uneventful, although holding the swallow and wheatear after they'd been ringed was kinda great.

But it was time to go home. It was a long day and the travel rounded that off nicely. Wiped? Oh yes. So imagine my delight that there's a savi's at Slapton - it'll only put a couple of hours on the journey and we probably won't see it because it'll be too dark.

But by the skin of our teeth... there it was, spotted nicely hanging around in the reeds, head thrown back, chattering to its heart's delight. But it was more sensible than us and bedtime prevailed, so I felt it prudent to do the same, before I collapsed.

But yeah, fun.

Sorry about that - must be funnier!