I was walking up to my car with a large piece of boat on my head on Sunday when I heard alarm calling. It was a hobby trying to harvest some of the village's swallow crop. I didn't even have time to drop the boat part on my foot, let alone find some binoculars before it swept off north. This was a full fat patch tick, which always goes down well. Add to that a whimbrel heard from the house (hot weather = windows open).