Saturday, April 16, 2016
The tadpoles had hatched out into several wriggling clumps, and a dark newt slid beneath them, menacing as a Russian submarine. A distant hirundine might have been my first sand martin of spring, but I lost it against the conifers. Three stonechats and one wheatear were spotted on fence posts.
Back in the village, the faithful old glaucous gull was present to save the day.
Seemingly in Isambard Kingdom Brunel mode - just needs a top hat and a cigar.
// posted by Christine @ 9:39 AM 
