...and that includes the Bramblehall Wood Hawfinch extravaganza. I last visited on April 1st, when there were still 200 present. I had toyed with the idea of not going again, to preserve the memory of the largest ever UK flock, but as the week wore on decided that seeing as I was present at the birth I ought to be around for the demise. So this morning, in chilly, drizzly and misty conditions, a (possibly) last Hawfinch-induced trudge along the muddy footpath was taken. I stood at the favoured viewing point for two hours and saw three birds. It had to end. In some ways it was a bit of a relief, as I've spent too much time here over the past 10 weeks, but it has been time well spent, observing a never-to-be repeated (at least not in my lifetime) ornithological happening. I'd like to thank each and every Hawfinch for the thrills, joy and wonder that they've brought, but that just sounds plain stupid.
I also checked the nearby woods and valleys that have, at times, been dripping with Hawfinches. Not one. Not even a single call. They really have moved on.