Knock me down with a feather
Well after a 140 mile round trip to the coast last week, I thought that would be it for another year to see those sweet little Sand Martins I saw for the first time near Bridlington.
You could have knocked me down with a feather when I took some photos of the House Martins flying over the fields and my garden this week. There they were - in amongst the chittering Swallows, occasional Swift and House Martins swooping and diving. Sand Martins!

Or...were they?

Looking more closely their markings looked different to the Sand Martins I'd seen the previous week, so I asked some experts. What threw me was how light their chest markings were, the ones I'd seen at the coast were really dark and pronounced.
So it turns out, the one below is a jeuvenile House Martin.

