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04 January 2009
... there's no kind of atmosphere...
A quick search in the afternoon gloom failed to locate the Redwick Firecrest, there were about 100 thrushes knocking around the village though (mostly Fieldfare and Blackbird). Nothing else of note on the levels and a frigid Ynys-y-Fro only managed a few Gadwall and Pochard and a flyover Peregrine. Also missed out on the Waxwing gen due to an inability to find my phone, despite hearing the bleeding thing go off; naturally enough, on returning home, I realised it was in my pocket,... oh, how I laughed.
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Like the Red Dwarf quote. Shame about the missed waxwings. I've yet to see any too.
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