With a new month I’d thought I’d partake of another session of Rye Watching, so with scope set up I hoped to get some migrants passing through. A lone Swallow heading north was my dubious reward, and with the floodwater gone there wasn’t much to see out on the Levels either. There was however a Lapwing looking smart in its breeding plumage, two Bullfinches raced past and vanished into a bush, and a Linnet was in full song behind me on the Railway line. I think I’ll be giving the Rye Watching a break until the autumn now!