It’s warbler time at Otmoor, and it’s hard to stay away. As soon as I stepped out of the car in the car-park on 29 April I was serenaded by a scratchy whitethroat.
I walked along the ‘Roman Road’, a green track in a green shade, and there were more whitethroat, blackcap, willow warblers and chiffchaff. In the field on the other side of the thick hedge I could hear grasshopper warblers.
As I headed towards the reedbeds the hedges were alive with sedge warblers and the reeds, rightly, with reed warblers. Unusually, I even saw a reed warbler in a tree.
And every so often there would be a burst from a Cetti’s warbler.
The only warblers I might have seen or heard and failed to do so were garden warbler and lesser whitethroat (although I thought I heard the latter). But that was compensated by sightings of cuckoos, male marsh harrier, drumming snipe, peregrine and much else.