There's no denying it, December has failed to deliver anything out of the ordinary this week.
On Tuesday I braved the rain, visiting Blythe Valley for an hour before the showers pepped up, and then calling in at nearby Earlswood before a particularly heavy shower caused me to give up.
The bit of the Blythe Valley which is in my Circle included some dense spinnies in which I could imagine a Yellow-browed or a Pallas' Warbler accompanying the Long-tailed Tit flocks I sifted through. In my dreams.
At Earlswood I met John Oates, dripping wet, on the trail of a darker-mantled Herring Gull. We considered whether it might be the bird I struggled with during the spring, or perhaps it was a northern Herring Gull race argentatus. Either way it didn't show especially well before the rain pepped up and we both headed home.
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| possible Northern Herring Gull |
This morning, in much more benign conditions, I explored Outhill just a mile or so east of my house. It was pretty tame bird-wise, with nothing more interesting than a Red-legged Partridge, a calling Bullfinch, and a small flock of Fieldfares.
However the views towards Redditch were pretty nice.
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| Fieldfare |
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