I too, saw and heard a Marsh Tit at Gibraltar Point on September 19th 1998 Below are the notes I made later that day
"With the exception of a flock of 95 eider that dropped close in shore and a peregrine, I’d had a fairly fruitless stroll along the beach to the mouth of the Steeping. The return along the beach produced plenty of dunlin, the odd sandwich tern, one bar tailed godwit and not much else (even the eider had disappeared) Warm and thirsty, time for a decision! Did I have another look on the lagoon and mere, or did I make my way back to the car in the main car-park? The car won but first a quick detour along the bushes between the shorebird wardern’s hut and the ringing observatory. Turning the corner by the tern hut I immediately heard a bird calling. “No, surely not”. Stopping by post six, was it or wasn’t it? Where was it? “Pitchoo”, surely it couldn’t be a marsh tit at Gib? Suddenly the bird came out of the bushes straight at me. Definitely a marsh tit. Seeing me, stood there; it was a quick 360° turn and back into the bushes. Pausing just long enough on a branch to give me a brief view, it soon moved further into the bushes. After a few minutes waiting for the bird to re-appear I decided to move on a little further up the path. Stopping again by the ruined bench. “Pitchoo”, there it was, right in front of me, on a branch only the length of a cricket pitch away. Pristine glossy black cap and bib showing well in the bright sunshine. Excellent views before it was up into the air, over my head and heading out over the salt-marsh towards the Wash. Just as I lost sight of it in the sun, it decided to come back and settled in an elderberry bush, again close by. Giving more good views before it again, disappeared deeper into the bushes"
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