As if to confirm the correlation between Swiss Cheese and my ropey memory, the male Bullfinch perched up repeatedly to call in the bright morning sun.
I believed my last visit to Haskayne Cutting nine days ago had represented my first encounter with Bullfinch here – in fact long, long ago when it was a regular ringing site they were seen too (thanks to Jack Taylor for refreshing my shattered recall).
But that was in the days when just a short walk away you could hear Turtle Doves on a hot, calm morning like this one.
I still check some of the old sites just in case, but all I hear is a great big silent hole where the soporific purring should be.
Yellowhammers try to plug the gap, but it’s not the same – and they’re getting thin on the ground too.
Back in the ‘Cut, Willow Warbler, Blackcap and Chiffy provided a pleasing chorus – especially as the latter appeared to be the scruffy individual I bumped into here way back in March.
Couldn’t resist a snippet video clip of the Blackcap, not so much for the footage, more the purity of the notes.
You can watch the clip on You Tube here.
If only there was some purring in the background.
Botanically as ace as ever, with plenty of marsh orchids to puzzle over, Water Avens and dazzling Spearworts.
Sometimes you just need to get away.