As it was close by and I wanted to see my first ever hoopoe so badly, Dad and I made a short visit to see it. We parked at Hall Lane at Croswick, which was slightly packed with other cars owned by local birdwatchers who came for the same reason. I asked for directions to where the bird was from someone returning to his car. It wasn't far, just 100 yards down the road in fact. After the short walk, I soon found the crowd, but to get to them I had to climb a steep muddy bank and then peer over a fence that was just tall enough for me to look over without climbing onto it.
Half of these twitchers were leaving as I reached the top of the bank, but the ones that stayed were kind enough to direct me to the hoopoe. It was distant, in front of the furthest shed I could see, feeding in a paddock. Sometimes it was hidden behind a dip or a fence post, but when it was out in the open, I could see why this is a special bird. It was enchanting to watch, plunging its long, curvy bill into the ground and hauling up a worm to eat. Its crest opens now and then like an old fashioned hand-held fan, flashing in display. What a bird!