Bugger....

Definitely no more of...that phrase again. No more of much birding at all, unfortunately, as I have [in a manner so full of irony its practically magnetic] done my right posterior tibial tendon a disservice. It has demonstrated its disapproval, and I am now having trouble even walking. Joy. Several more days of recovery are in the cards, and my birding is currently being done out the window...

Things are a little quieter in the garden; the Sparrows are being scarce, though the Woodpigs are providing some action with a few skirmishes [seeing Woodpigs engage in beakicuffs is quite amusing]. Great Tits and the odd Blue Tit are always welcome making flying visits to the feeders, with Greenfinches oscillating between 8-odd one day and maybe 2 the next. Mr. Blackcap shows no sign of leaving, though he's not singing either, maybe he's waiting for fate to decide for him? A nice NW wind and he's off to Germany, a nice lady Blackcap and he's setting up shop? The Blackbirds have decided to nest elsewhere [which is a pity] but still make visits for apple, sultanas, and mealworms [are they spoiled, do you think?] There were three Dunnocks sat in a line on the trellis this afternoon - insert dodgy Dunnock mating-habits joke here, folks - waiting for the garden to empty. The Chiffchaff works his way down the hill now and again, a pair of Robins are regularly about [they are in at the same time without attempting murder, thus a pair], there's still the odd Chaffinch, and the local Crows, Herrings and [mostly overflying] Jackdaws are still doing what they do.

No takers for the Dip List yet? For shame... ;)