It was meant to be brilliant today; rain early morning and then clear, apart from the strong breeze - potential migrant-tastic. Well the BBC got that wrong, and it was rubbish. Tony held out to get a female Wheatear, while most sensible people went home - I went to the park. Some Swallow there had an equally dim view of the weather and I of them.
After the sun came out and nothing was forthcoming in the park I tried again for Redstart, or anything back on the flats.
Zip, but some close Mistle Thrush; one having a bath while the other collected, what at first I thought was mud but on closer inspection, insects. Which begs the question, who was looking after the kids? A friendly Magpie?
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