A day of dudery down at the Uskmouth Country Park. One ringing demo, 11 hours, and precisely eight birds later and, barring yet more evidence that 'bright and breezy' is shit for ringing, we had almost naff all to show for it. Luckily a Gropper leapt into the net just after lunch, which, if nothing else, just about stopped anyone from slitting their wrists with a sharpened wing rule.
Lancaster PA474 (and all manner of other airplanes designed to kill people) skimmed the reedbeds this afternoon, you might recognise her from such great moments of cinematic history as ‘Operation Crossbow’ and ‘The Guns of Navarone’,... never saw proper hostile service mind.
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