CUCKOO

I'm so excited! After getting enough good photos in the old cemetery to be spoilt for blip-choice, I snapped what I thought was a blackbird or thrush under a tree, with a big worm in its beak, and then realised it was a cuckoo. It's more than 20 years since I've knowingly seen rather than heard one. Yesterday when I was at the dunes, there were lots of birders and photographers after a couple of cuckoos that had been reported there but which had disappeared by the time I arrived, and today I had one all to myself. It flew off and disappeared almost immediately so it's probably long gone. "In August, fly she must" as the song about the cuckoo says.