A trap fulla moths this morning kept me engrossed at Dempsey Towers – nothing unusual but more than 130 of the beasties to sift through before release, including faves like Buff Arches, Spectacle and Swallow Prominent.
Enjoyed it so much I started getting into the micros – a whole world of pain – and before I knew it, time had flown, meaning I only managed to get out onto Plex for a bit of birding just as the heavens opened.
Kestrels sheltered from the deluge and at times the one at the top of the entry was hard to see through the wall of water, although Skylark and Corn Bunting continued singing.
Oystercatchers, Lapwings and bedraggled Red Legs were about all I expected (and deserved getting there so late), on the mosses in early July.
A Chiffchaff was perfecting the art of monotony with its full song still on Haskayne Cutting.
There will be better days.