Once I had worked my last night shift I headed home and grabbed my camera gear then headed onto Aspley Heath once more, this time hoping the Dartford Warbler would show better. In fact it proved more bloody elusive than the previous visit, it showed on a couple occasions and flew in front of me briefly and then that was that!
As before my attention then veered off to the local residents, a flock of 12 Crossbills were present around the heath edges. On the first visit I forgot to mention that I flushed a Woodcock from the heath.
Once again a barking Muntjac could be heard close by, and this time I saw it twice, before retreating into the gorse out of the way of Sunday dog walkers and Horse riders. This might of been another reason why the Dartford kept its head down, as the activity began to pick up and the horses became flustered as they moved past me in cammo gear, obviously not quite making out what I was!, then followed the loud talking(shouting) from the riders, seemingly bemused that a photographer was there, as if I had been suddenly dropped to earth!!
I decided enough was enough and the Dartford was not going to show anymore, a group of 12 Meadow pipits moving around the Heath was the final addition to the mornings outing and then I was homeward bound, tired.
