Friday, January 07, 2022
A brambling spent a brief time in the garden this morning then disappeared on more pressing errands. The big flock of winter thrushes left long ago, but a solitary redwing was at the camp-site point.
Way across the river as the tide dropped, turnstones and ringed plovers could be seen foraging on the tip of the spit - and among them were two purple sandpipers. I couldn't quite make these out through the bins, though; it was the camera that provided dodgy but definite images to confirm their continuing presence.
I almost had my first rant of the year over the antics of Novak Djokovic - but you know what, I just can't be bothered. He's not worth it.
// posted by Christine @ 2:35 PM 
