A week of middle lands, uplands, uplands, lowlands and uplands. Highlights, mostly outside Gwent, included: singing Firecrest, tonnes of Wheatear and Redstart, slightly fewer tonnes of Tree Pipit, a good few Lapwing and Whinchat, a not-so-good few bubbling Curlew and drumming Snipe and, finally, single Red Kite, Peregrine, Yellow Wagtail and Wood Warbler.
The dead included shot Rooks and Jackdaw, a two-headed sheep, and the ghost of a Lapwing.
However, the best of the best was discovering a musical horse playing, with some panache, the string/percussion fusion instrument that is the squeaky fencepost and wire. Seemed to be having a whale of a time and, very generously, even let me have a go.