The penalty for whizzing off to Israel, then birding as often as possible in the spring is a garden that looks more like the bowels of the Amazonian basin than a nice tidy bit of suburbia, so for the last few days I've been chopping, cutting and generally earning Brownie points.
It has its benefits - a circling Buzzard over Dempsey Towers last night (presumably a bird drifting over from the mosses), singing Blackcap and Goldcrest and all the usual garden stuff.
Lazy Pete, our resident Hedgehog kept me company, and continues to show complete disdain for venturing out in the evening - Pete feeds in the day, sunbathes and chills out with Mrs D and I, like a pet cat.
Pete is the man.
Still only 7 Swifts back around the house, and no Willow Warblers singing - I noticed there didn't seem to be that many around Marshside and the Golf Course when I was last down - or is it just me?
Now everything is cut back and weeded, I'll get out tomorrow afternoon - was going to have a look at the two Spoonbills at Seaforth (through the fence of course - just like birding at Sangatte), but Phil Smith's Snow Bunting (see comment on previous entry) sounds mighty tempting....as do Bazzo and Neill's SIX Garganey at Marshside.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...