Friday, April 04, 2008
Both goldcrest and firecrest were singing today. A firecrest sounds like a goldcrest in a hurry - and without the punctuation.
As I drove away late afternoon, I finally spotted the firecrest in the yew tree opposite.
Dorney Wetlands, despite looking good, had little to show. A man with three small girls rowing about among the islands probably didn't help. A calling green sandpiper flew across high to the sewage farm; and among several sand martins was my first swallow of the year.
Back at home, the firecrest was foraging in the silver birch by the car park.
As I drove away late afternoon, I finally spotted the firecrest in the yew tree opposite.
Dorney Wetlands, despite looking good, had little to show. A man with three small girls rowing about among the islands probably didn't help. A calling green sandpiper flew across high to the sewage farm; and among several sand martins was my first swallow of the year.
Back at home, the firecrest was foraging in the silver birch by the car park.
// posted by Christine @ 9:57 AM 
