The highlight of the final thirty minutes of light in the rice paddy was a Eurasian Wryneck skulking deep in scrub. A beautiful bird, and a patch tick. An as yet an unidentified skulker in the same scrub whose distinguishing feature was its cocked tail – and it most certainly wasn’t a Taiga Flycatcher. There were also lots of Black-shouldered Kites, perhaps as many as ten and a female Pied Harrier flew past in the final light of the evening. A combination of my schedule and my foot has meant I have necessarily neglected the local stuff for some time.