Quick garden update: Mr Blackcap is still with us today - we've moved a small conifer to block a gap and he's taken to lurking in it, as it is handily close to the [much reduced and now suspiciously dark] remains of the fat block. Much Wren singing at all hours is very welcome - last winter killed 'our' Wren, and with this one being far worse, we were worried there'd be none this year. No Chiffchaffing up the hill yet, and no passing hirundines [not that you could tell in the rain and murk!], and the Blackbirds, though present, haven't been singing at all that I've heard [still!].
Ho-hum... Alpine Swifts, Red-rumped Swallows, Hoopoe-birds... I may have to get on down to cornwall again. [Masochist? Yeah, even thinking about trying to twitch fast-flying jobs is pretty daft... ] [Hoopoes though.. :D ]
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