Other than only hearing Stresemann's Bristlefront all disappointments were not related to the birding. I left the UK the day before Martin Casemore's brilliant Acadian Flycatcher find, I managed to break my small 'digiscoping camera' and worst of all lost memory cards containing images from all but the last few days of the trip. Fortunately Barry took excellent images of everything I had, and more, so my blog will be illustrated, just somewhat delayed.
|waiting for Stresemann's Bristlefront. It didn't appear although had called very intermittently from not far away (Ciro standing, Barry and Jon sitting)|
|Jon without the usual spring in his step returning having only heard Stresemann's. No Gullick/Swedish listers here.|
|the end of a very faithful servant|