Kidnapped by Ouzels

It was supposed to be a dawn raid, but turned into a full morning's outing. Mr PB said on my return, he thought perhaps I'd been kidnapped by Ring Ouzels, but actually I'd just been captivated by this one, which put in an appearance every hour on the hour at this treetop song-post up on the moors.
Whilst waiting for it to reappear, I was entertained by a Mountain Hare (sadly a very brief sighting), Snipe drumming overhead, Curlew calls, noisy Wrens, parachuting Meadow Pipits, grumbling Grouse and this delightful Stonechat.  One Meadow Pipit decided to give me the chance of a twofer with the Ring Ouzel