16 Apr 2009

They're magic wellies.

I stand corrected. The lucky green wellies are actually magic wellies. A bit like kissing the Blarney Stone, although I hasten to add I din't kiss them, the magic can be passed on. Just standing next to the magic wellies and some of it rubbed off............................

No Red-rumped Swallow for me but a cracking Spotted Redshank a few minutes from home on the flooded field where the Little-ringed Plover are sill present.

A fantastic local find so close to home.

An early start today meant I was out at first light walking Molly. There must have been a fall last night as every bush seemed to hold either a Willow Warbler or Blackcap and two Tree Pipits flew over calling.

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