Tuesday 28 April 2015

Tuesday April 28

Ah well, I'm working again.

Nevertheless birds can turn up when and where you least expect. This morning I was walking to our paper shop in Redditch when I heard a half forgotten song. A bird which I have only recorded on two occasions at Morton Bagot was singing just out of earshot of our garden.

The species in question was Garden Warbler. Despite not having my bins with me, I was able to watch it with the naked eye as it clambered about between bursts of song.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Neither a garden tick, nor a patch bird, but a real fillip for the day to come.

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