As predicted in my last posting, the Barn Owl was not present in the shed today. In fact for much of this morning Dave and I walked around gloomily reminiscing on winter days in the past when there were lots of finches and buntings here.
A large thrush approaching from the direction of Church Farm proved to be a Mistle Thrush, the scarcest of the regularly occurring thrushes here. In fact there had been a drop in the number of Redwings and Fieldfares since Friday.
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| Mistle Thrush |
Happily, the visit was rescued at the very last second as we were climbing into our respective cars. Dave looked up and shouted "goldies". Sure enough eight Golden Plovers were heading east, high overhead. These were the first of the year, the last of the "bankers" and quite likely the last year-tick I shall get in 2018.
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