Missed phone call from one of the guys had me bolting out the house this morning in just my wellies to latch onto a Full Fat Short-eared Owl as it departed Wanstead Flats to the west. A long-wanted patch tick, I was vectored in from afar and got onto it as a Crow hassled it off. As it happens I could probably have seen it from the back window and thus spared local residents a truly awful sight on a Sunday morning, but they all count!
Some late House Martins the best of the rest, with a couple of invisible Ouzels hanging around too.
Back in pole position, but hardly an unassailable lead. One bird in it by the looks of things.