Sunday, June 12, 2011
"That's another fine mess you've gotten me into, Greger!"
"Let's go a different way back," he said as we emerged from Caesar's Camp in Swinley Forest yesterday. I expressed my doubts about the path but dutifully followed. In no time at all we were hemmed in by the frighteningly fast Nine Mile Ride, a high wire fence, an ankle-thick bog and impenetrable thickets of rhododendron. Nothing for it but to retreat!
The most frustrating sighting of the day was of a brown bird that flew across the track and disappeared over young conifers in the direction of Hut Hill. It was always facing away from us, and we both initially thought it was a sparrowhawk, although it didn't look quite right to me. Maybe a nightjar relocating.
Today: In miserable conditions in Burnham Beeches, I found a spotted flycatcher.
And not much else as the rain sent me back to my car.
And not much else as the rain sent me back to my car.
// posted by Christine @ 8:56 AM 
