An improvisatory, essentially indefensible, randomly configured tragi-comedy
(no great revelations are likely to be accrued from its consumption)
16 April 2012
Longish tail, rounded wings, flying low over the reedbed, that'll be a Bearded Tit then.
Generally quiet at Uskmouth this morning, the Redstarts appear to have cleared out to be replaced by little Redstart-sized birdless voids in the landscape. A Cuckoo, 15 Reed Warblers, four Sedge Warblers, one Whimbrel, two Swallow and eight Sand Martin were about the sum of what I bumped into.