All told, I had a pretty good day today. Started off pre-dawn taking an impromptu shower in a soggy reedbed but, from then on, it was all good. To kick things off, Yellow Wagtail, Gropper and Bearded Tit punctuated the acro haul, two of which looked like this...


Overhead, more Yellow Wags and Tree Pipits trickled westwards (along with an adventurous looking Great Spotted Woodpecker at one point) but, by mid-morning, it was all slowing down a bit so it was time to go shopping. "Shopping!?" Yes, dear reader, shopping. But wait, fear not, this was not aimlessly shoving a trolley around Sainsbury's whilst hoping the girl at the till will be better looking than the fat, monosyllabic, salad crusher you got last time; no, nor the "£100 for a pair of jeans?! That's robbery mate!" type shopping; no, no, this was the Indiana Jonesesque quest for priceless relics of ornithological yore. Did I come away with the Grail, near enough - a flipping excellent four volume set of Bannerman's 'Birds of the Atlantic Islands', allow your eyes to feast...

PS. The gnarly old hands above are not mine, to see my lovely young, sylph-like, 'never-done-a-hard-day's-work-in-their-lives', prehensile, multi-fingered body parts
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