The climax of a long, hot and happy day came when I joined 50 other eager souls who had waited all week for a chance to see the River Warbler singing from private land in Norfolk. Access was skillfully organised and cheerfully managed by Dick
Filby among others. The bird had been singing the previous evening from 8:00 pm, so by 8:30 pm a few nerves co
uld be detected. By 9:00 pm some were fearing the worst. Hobbies, Kingfishers and Barn Owls (top) came and went, but no River Warbler. Then, at 9:20 a breath-taking, powerful, persistent song exploded from the
reedbed, shortly before the singer showed from shrubs, reeds and thistles. Even in this sub-record shot (above), taken in near dark, the rounded tail of a
Locustella can just about be seen.
uld be detected. By 9:00 pm some were fearing the worst. Hobbies, Kingfishers and Barn Owls (top) came and went, but no River Warbler. Then, at 9:20 a breath-taking, powerful, persistent song exploded from the reedbed, shortly before the singer showed from shrubs, reeds and thistles. Even in this sub-record shot (above), taken in near dark, the rounded tail of a Locustella can just about be seen.
