As dawn approached the rain stopped. Ozzie preened carefully. In the pre-dawn murk Ozzie had noticed a glow from the west. As the daylight increased Ozzie could pick out a coastline. He was only 16 kilometres from land! Several Blackcaps were also on board, making a similar northward migration to Ozzie. They too had sought refuge during the night on the rig. Presently Ozzie heard the chuckling call of a Ring Ouzel, also Scotland bound, and saw it leave the rig heading towards the coast. With it was a Redwing who had spent the night lost over the North Sea en-route to Sweden only to find himself back off the British coast. For him it was better to return to land and feed, then try again next night. Ozzie followed their lead, and tired as he was, he flew out from the rig, heading west. The early birder gets the good birds and two old friends had had a stream of early migrants dropping into the dunes at Theddlethorpe in Lincolnshire. Twenty minutes ago a cracking male Ring Ouzel had come in off the sea along with a Redwing. There was a scattering of Blackcaps and Wheatears along the dunes. Looking out to sea one of them spotted a large gull-like bird. Coming in at a height of 16 metres Ozzie passed right over their heads and made their day. Ozzie continued inland in a north-westerly direction and within twenty minutes arrived at Covenham Reservoir. He spent around three hours around the reservoir, catching and eating a trout.

The migratory urge pulled at him again, he had time to make up. At midday he circled up and headed north, keeping the distant coast in view. That night he roosted in conifer woodland on the edge of the Kielder Forest.

A good nights sleep did wonders for Ozzie, he felt fully recuperated. He started off early on a day that looked good for flying. As he got airborne there was plenty of mist laying in the glades and valleys but the sun promised to burn through soon. The glittering surface of Kielder Water was inviting but did not distract him from his task. After two and three quarter hours he began to recognise landmarks far below him. Ozzie realised that he was now on a course that he had flown before, in the opposite direction on his first ever days migration.