After yesterdays high excitement i suppose today was bound to be an anticlimax, but i didn't expect it to be so anti-climatic. Patch was dead in fact Whalsay was dead, the only migrant on the isle was the singing Chiffchaff at Skaw. Winds have switched to the north so i don't expect to many new birds soon, i hope i eat my words !
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