After dinner I took Ellie out for a ride in the car and we drove down to Martinstown, just to the south-west of Dorchester. The sole reason for heading down there was to see if we coudl find a Quail that had been heard singing on the outskirts of the village. Whilst there had been no news all day today it had been heard on Sunday and Monday and as it was such a lovely evening we gave it a go.
We pretty much found the spot and sat and waited patiently in the hope we would hear something, but strong winds were rather annoying, making it difficult to pinpoint much. A few Skylarks were singing above our heads and both Yellowhammer and Linnet were also about. But after waiting and listening for three quarters of an hour the only gamebirds we heard were a single Pheasant and a Red-legged Partridge. So at 8.45pm we headed back home and Quail remains an elusive bird for me in the UK as I've only ever heard three and have still to actually see one in Britain.
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