After the chicken jalfrezi and ice-cold Cobra, it's all a bit hazy, but then that's how birthdays are meant to be right?
I do remember giving Altcar Moss a quick look in the red-hot afternoon yesterday and coming across a HUGE gathering of Common Swifts, feeding over the fields of barley.
Hard to say how many birds there were - at least 200, probably far more, with concentrations ripping inches above the crops and just as many feeding high above in the blue.
Long time since I've seen a feeding flock this size round here, so I ogled 'em for an hour or so as the contents of the weekly shopping run slowly melted in the boot of the Baby Black Death.
The results of attempts to photograph the swifts with my "point and press" were embarrassing to say the least - these babies are just too fast when the air is hot.
Wonderful to watch as they sliced through the skies though.
Fairly quiet out there apart from the Swift convention - four Grey Partridge, plenty of soaring Common Buzzards, and quite a few Red Admirals about, but the latter seem to have been around for a few days now.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...