Even as the hot hooley breezed in from the south east this evening and the purple storm clouds gathered, he wouldn't shut up.
I love a good songbird as much as the next birder, but not this particular individual.
So many questions in life...
Why do I have to get up at 5am to go to work?
Why does this Song Thrush have to get up before that and start singing?
Why is it louder than Barry Scott in the Cillitt Bang adverts?
Why must it repeat everything THREE times on the TV aerial above our bedroom window?
Please, in the name of God, just stop...
Not much else to report otherwise, and don't really fancy schlepping up to Walney for the Hudsonian Whimbrel just yet.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies....