One of the joys of travelling is seeing the same birds, but slightly different. In fact, more different that you would have thought from the bird books. They may look almost the same on the pages, but in the field they turn out to be altogether other birds. Like the first Alpine Accentor that I saw years ago. The tiny yellow bill-spot flared at me; the red on the flanks jumped out and the bird was bigger than I thought. I don't remember much of the rest of the day, but the place and the light of that encounter is preserved in my memory.

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