Overnight stay near Woodbridge, Suffolk saw to it that I was well placed to go for the Sandhill Crane if it was still there the next morning. Which it was.
Spent most of its time in this ploughed field before being flushed by a farmer
It then landed about a mile up the coast. Luckily it was big enough to be quickly refound with views being slightly closer this time until it was flushed again by a couple of twats thinking they were invisible. Not before we heard giving a throaty calls though.