Snuff porn for Shrews.
Down the track to the beach, and among the Blue Tits, Great Tits, etc, a Common Chiffchaff, singing, allowing me to whip the ol' RememBird out for an airing. Then to the beach, passing under a Peregrine Falcon, and a look offshore, which was boring except for another Great Northern Diver (Common Loon) headiing south. Also 5 Northern Gannets going north.
The Community Park was empty, as were for the Allotments, except for strange looking men doing strange looking things with strange looking bits of wood and metal. I went down the coast, looking for Black larks, calling in at my favourite Barn Swallow farms* to see who had turned up yet.
*Andif you think my Swallow farms sound inhumane, you should see my House martin sweat-shops.
No swallows of any kind, and no larks apart form Sky Larks in the fields. And you know what, it dawned on me as I walked up the Water Valley which looks as though it's been given a dose of Agent Orange, there are no leaves on the trees yet. Talk about slow.
In the afternoon I took my whining hyperactive kids into the woods and hills to see Cairn Monearn, site of Britain's first Eskimo Curlew, 153 years ago, and we saw some Eurasian Siskins, Goldcrests, and a Great Spotted Woodpecker drumming. Peter says he saw its bum, but I don't believe that. He also wanted a carry within 20 s of arrival.