Zitting Cisticola and Black Stork
Sometimes you get the feeling that the birding gods don't want you to see a certain bird. It took me decades to see a Wryneck. I still haven't been right time and place for a Capercaillie. I have waited years to see a Black Stork. Twice I missed the one that lingered at Frampton saltmarsh in Lincolnshire in 2023, and I've been keen to see one ever since. Of course, the one that lands and is incredibly showy in Suffolk does so when I've booked and travelled to Penzance, and I do not have the endurance to camp and bird and drive that far when it would add 12+ hours to my already difficult journey home. No matter, I think to myself, this bird, like many juvenile storks, seems to be sticking around, and in the same hundred metres of dyke in Suffolk. I'll share a ride with a friend, and we'll have a good day out. An old fashioned twitch, like we used to. Except that from Manchester, Suffolk is a bitch to twitch. With no updates on the pre...