Industrious as it doubtless is, the hoverfly was definitely feeling a whole lot less stress than me in the garden at Dempsey Towers this morning - it was bad enough delaying the scoot south for the Nighthawk ( trees and hedges to slash), but when the news of the empidonax flycatcher in Pasty Valley, Cornwall, broke, the air was bluer than an Evertonian's billies.
Everyone is saying its Alder, (presumably so that it can be ticked) - but as I recall these birds on the eastern seaboard of the states in autumn often confound even Yankee experts, so we'll see what happens to this one....whenever I watched 'em at Cape May, folks just said "empidonax" and scurried away.
October sunshine brought out the butterflies with a few Red Admirals and a single hyperactive Comma on the ivy, and birdwise, from 10am to 1pm I had 5 Jays, 3 Greater 'Peckers, 17 Meadow Pipits, 2 Grey Wagtails, 2 Pied Wags, 8 Skylarks, 2 Sprawks and a Mistle Thrush over as I cut back the Amazonian vegetation.
Goldcrests, Robins and Wrens in the garden, and just before dusk a few flights of Pinkies heading northwards towards the marsh.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...