An improvisatory, essentially indefensible, randomly configured tragi-comedy
(no great revelations are likely to be accrued from its consumption)
09 March 2012
That might be that
Spent four hours at a grey, breezy and slightly damp Rhiwderin this morning without any joy, well I saw Treecreepers, Goldcrests, Nuthatches, lots of finches, etc., but no little yellow-throated bundle of yankee joy. I'm not saying it's not still there but, as far as I know, the last confirmed report was for last Sunday (reports on Monday may have been the result of a late posting for Sunday being misconstrued elsewhere in the interwebosphere).