Black Weekend

Lockdown Life continues and so we play a familiar game:

 

Do the same things, get different results.

[ That's birding, folks. ]

Persistence and attention to your environment. Sooner or later [usually later, but hey] you'll be looking the right way at the right time. Then you get;

 

Black Redstart

 

Gotcha.

Black-necked Grebes

 

Ditto.

Patch Year and Year ticks, thanks.  :)

Not to mention good views of lovely birds and I didn't even get rained on. Bit nippy, true...

Speaking of. It is now blowing a frigid hoolie and there was a teeny bit of snow coming home today. I remember the Beast I with no fondness, I must say.

Further posting, containing more nonsense and hopefully less of that, to come.

Be Seeing You...

[[ A not very long and remarkably un-filled-with-swearing post very nearly went up in this spot. Thankfully, cooler head prevailed {Less cool head was shoved in the freezer until he stops frothing about ANPR cameras and fines per police force / county / ten miles crossed, interspersed with manically repeating "If you can't walk it, you shouldn't see it".....} 

 

Birds, birds, pesky birds.

 It came off a ship. They don't fly more than 300 miles and then in Autumn; where's it been? In a cage. It was probably sent over by the French to annoy us and will start quoting MP&THG at us soon.   Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh.....  It burrrrrns, oh yes, it burrnsss usss.....      

Ahem. 

I'm shutting up now. ]]