Hot on the heels of Seppy's earful of bull this morning, a quick look around Squince this lunchtime was at risk of producing yet another blank on the year tick front....
In a last-ditch attempt to salvage something from the visit, I was scanning a monster finch flock on the opposite side of the lagoon (desperate times... etc.), concentrating on the chaffinches, just on the off chance like.
Mere seconds before Sybil put her foot down and insisted we leave a fine Brambling gave itself up, offering decent views before getting lost again amidst the hubub. Huzah!
That welcome finchly tickage nudges me to 103.94%, and crucially means Seppy still needs three (count 'em) species to overtake me at the top of the podium. It's a big ask, but the way that chancer keeps banging them in, it's certainly not beyond the bounds of possibility.
Is a non-Irish Irish one-two on the cards? Will Reg pull something spectacular out of the bag to spoil the party? Could another cagey fecker be waiting in the wings with a sackful of undeclared guff?
Cripes... it's almost exciting!
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