Over the next week I began to get more regretful, as the bird was still there. In summer I'd have got up early and headed down before work, but at present my journeys to and from work are completed in the dark. Come Friday night and the bird was still there. And the sun was promised - at least for periods - the next day.
So there I was down below the bridge, just as the sun cleared the low cloud.
The keen ones took to the river ..........
(OK that was a joke, not even birders go that far ............. do they?).
Then the message came that it was along the bank, on the other side of the reedbeds.
Anyway, there followed plenty of opportunity to watch a remarkably unphased, and well fed(not meaning to be rude, but there must be some goodness in that mutton), bird, preening,
watching (and being watched - see why I feel a bit like a paparazzo?),
doing some sort of strange stretch,
and finally having a feed.
(I'd swear it was licking it's lips in the shot below)
So there we are, worth the wait. And finally, courtesy of Birds Britannica, did you know that the real name is, or rather was, pomatorhine skua (pomato lid, rhinos nosed) after the thin plates overlying the base of the bill. You can just about see them on this crop
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