An improvisatory, essentially indefensible, randomly configured tragi-comedy
(no great revelations are likely to be accrued from its consumption)
11 November 2012
[*blows raspberry* in lieu of a title]
Was hoping for a nice bunting or a Firecrest (or better) but, despite touring round Caldicott Moor, Collister Pill and Magor Marsh, had to make do with reasonable numbers of Lapwing, Skylark and winter thrushes, and two Water Rail, two Kingfisher, one Rock Pipit, two Cetti's Warbler and two Chiffchaffs. Not exactly Bertie big bollocks birding.