The bird was found around lunchtime. It was identified as an Eastern Crowned Warbler. There was a select audience, of which I was not invited. Anyway, news filtered out and I was told about it at just before 4pm. I was unaware when it had been found and whether it was even still there, so I thought, "Sod it, I'm going." So, what can only be described as gatecrashing, I knocked on the owners door. They answered and I asked, "Is it still here?" They said that it was and they asked me who it was that gave me the gen. Now, I know I wasn't invited, because I heard the owner on the phone to a very prominent local birder say, that if they found out who had told me, they would never get any news from them again. On entering the house, I was sworn to secrecy and so had to respect the owners wishes. It was after 4pm and was very gloomy. When I entered the garden, I was somewhat surprised to see that nobody else was there. Strange, I thought. The light wasn't it's best. On seeing the bird, I instantly ruled out that it was an Eastern Crowned and although I thought the call from the bird was odd, which I put down to my hearing or the acoustics, I felt the bird was an Arctic Warbler. It wasn't until yesterday that I found out the true identity of the bird. A Pale-legged Leaf Warbler, although Sakhalin Leaf Warbler, although a very unlikely vagrant, can't be ruled out.
Now, for those of the people who are upset with me, maybe you should be looking at the people who were invited to view the bird, way before I gatecrashed the thing. If you still have a problem with me, then maybe you'd like to confront me face to face. The fact is, I was put in a very difficult situation and it's one I don't relish. So, if you do want to confront me, then I'd bring your body bag. Enough said, me thinks. Just remember all the good birds I have got you onto.
And here's my rubbish pics.