fucking tit piss

I hate being 95% certain about having seen something really interesting. Like just now.

I've just had three buff-ish pinky starling sized things over the garden. Everything about them screamed "I'm interesting look at me". Unfortunately, I was slow off the mark. I instantly had that horrible sinking feeling you get when you've just let something good slip through your fingers, in this case by virtue of your bins still being in your bag from yesterday and not on the windowsill where they should be.

I'd bet my bottom dollar they were waxwings. It was one of those moments where your first impression is usually correct.

I'm going looking.

Edit 1600: I've been looking. Exhaustive searching revealed... nothing. Of course. I checked local likely spots - there's more rowan/cotoneaster (sp?) in the area than I've noticed before - while someone else checked other likely spots just beyond that along the direction they were headed. He got a grey wagtail at Tescos, I got confused and angry looks from residents. Gah.