After a couple of sunny days, and with this morning again largely sunny I was hopeful of some more migrants today. Unfortunately appearances can be deceptive, and an increasingly brisk easterly made it feel quite cold.
There were a few signs that spring is advancing; four newly arrived House Martins, two singing Whitethroats, four singing Lesser Whitethroats, and a male Wheatear. But there was nothing new to report.
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| Blackcap |
Walking along the road, I got the opportunity to photograph a reasonably co-operative Backcap, and then found a Mistle Thrush, a pair of Marsh Tits, and a Coal Tit nest-building in Bannams Wood.
The pool contained just eight Tufted Ducks, while the Flash produced a pair of Little Ringed Plovers, a Green Sandpiper, and 10 Teal.
By the Pheasant pens I disturbed, appropriately enough, a pair of cock Pheasants in the final throes of a vicious battle which appeared to leave one of them moribund. I walked up to the loser whereupon it suddenly revived, eventually getting groggily to its feet and literally stumbling away through the grass.
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| After just coming round |
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| He's ok |
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| No he's not |
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| He lives to fight another day |
My accidental intervention probably saved his life.
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