Seek and ye shall not find

It always comes as a bit of a shock when someone you speak to very rarely phones you up to tell you there is a rare bird on your doorstep - in fact 21 of them. And here it is -The Waxwing. The birds were flying around Bowthorpe gobbling every rowan berry in sight. By the time I arrived they had eaten their fill and had moved off. I cycled here, I cycled there, I cycled everywhere. I could now draw a fairly accurate map of the Cloverhill estate.

But not a waxwing to be found!