A great morning to be out and about in Wells woods, lots of birds about and a scent of rare in the air. A Pipit flew up into tree, a branch across its head but it was green, black-spotted on the front and wagging its tail. I fumbled getting the scope on it, it flew around the corner out of sight. Arrgh! That was surely an Olive-backed Pipit! I then had to figure out where it had gone, and persisted by walking twice around the group of trees where I thought it had gone, just about to give up when it popped up, wagged its tail and looked at me. It took another half an hour to get a snap, remaining hidden for most of that time.
