An improvisatory, essentially indefensible, randomly configured tragi-comedy
(no great revelations are likely to be accrued from its consumption)
30 November 2020
Remarkable bird,... beautiful plumage!
Gawd knows how many tit flocks I have sorted through this autumn, haven't found so much as a Firecrest, let alone a Yellow-browed, Pallas' or Dusky Warbler. An entire autumn birding in Gwent, predictably, almost reassuringly,... shite.
I took the liberty of examining this first-winter Blue Tit, and I discovered the only reason that it had been sitting on its perch in the first place, was that it had been nailed there.