Monday, March 31, 2014
This morning I heard a chiffchaff singing down the estate as I hung washing out; and a siskin flew over calling. Later I had a glimpse of a firecrest a little way down the road, a bright little sprite whirling and darting in the darkness of the conifers. Around 4.30 pm I was out the front cleaning the dustbin, and a firecrest was singing. I thought if I was occupied with something else and took no notice of him, he might come closer. He didn't.
// posted by Christine @ 2:28 PM 
