An improvisatory, essentially indefensible, randomly configured tragi-comedy
(no great revelations are likely to be accrued from its consumption)
12 May 2010
Sea beams glimmer in the dark
I nip off to sea for three days and a mega turns up in Gwent. Got back this afternoon, dumped baggage and was soon Wentwood bound [as per ever, click on images for larger versions].
Rain, a chilly afternoon and a less than ideal time of day meant the Iberian Chiffchaff only sang intermittently and rarely with any gusto. Most phrases missed out 'weeps' or the terminal flourish but a few performances were the real deal.
Rather fortuitously managed to record both Iberian Chiffchaff and Siskin calls (to which Iberian Chiffchaff calls are sometimes compared) in close succession.