This beast was flushed by Mia (our faithful hound) from the undergrowth by the path and nearly came a cropper as it glided Capercaille like through the adjacent trees.
A southern sojourn around the M25 t'other day had me within spitting distance of a first for Surrey namely the Brown Shike that some lucky bar steward found on their local patch. So a quick dash across the Staines Moor meadow had me whapping my 3rd Browny for the UK (you never know it might get split, again?). This place was more Asia like than the Surrey field I had pictured with flocks of Ring-necked Parakeets squawking overhead, Little Egrets on the river and herds of wandering cattle (plus heaps of shit everywhere) it was definitely a reminder of India.
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