The garden moth trap is still stubbornly dithering, although there was at least a NFY this morning - albeit a worn specimen that's lost it's lustre ...
Shoulder Stripe
Actually, the better results came whilst I was in the garden emptying the trap; a Mistle Thrush singing from somewhere over on the industrial estate and, better, a couple of fly-through calling Meadow Pipits. Later in the morning, whilst having a squint out of the window, another surprise with a Green Woodpecker bouncing across the sky following exactly the same trajectory as Monday's Red Kite. Otherwise, the House Sparrows that seem to have rocked up over the last week or so seem to be staying, and thankfully looks like a couple of the houses at the back have soffets in disrepair. There are more knocking about than can possibly be setting up home in the immediate vicinity, and yet not one of them has actually come into the garden to use the feeders. They seem to loaf about on the embankment, shuffling around a bit and generally sitting partially hidden whilst chirruping away.
Meanwhile, I've been listening to a lot of Yello, new(ish) and (very)old. If there were a more underrated band I couldn't name them.
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