Bleep. Bleep. Bleep. Swallow.


Got down to Cabin Hill for a good rummage this morning – large numbers of Meadow Pipits on the move, with a few groups of 20+ birds grounding here and there, and “bleeping” up in the mist the soundtrack of the morning.
Odd there were only a handful of alba wags.
At least four Greater ‘Peckers through – they can’t all have been local birds.
Thick mist and the claustrophobic tolling of a fog horn out in the bay added to the atmosphere, but unfortunately the birds hadn’t read the script – spring megas were conspicuous by their absence.
Top marks then to a single speeding Swallow heading south over the fields – can’t blame it given the conditions.
Chiffchaff singing in the trees, while out on the shore the mist made birding nigh on impossible.


Looked good though.