Er, best not complete that particular limerick, composed with Bazzo this morning during one of the frequent disappearances of the Western Bonelli's Warbler in the nature reserve above Tintwistle on the border of Greater Manchester and Derbyshire.
Suffice to say that passing dogwalkers and anglers blushed....but you gotta fnd something to pass the tiime when a bird goes skulky.
And man, can this one skulk - luckily we were on site by 8.15am this morning, so we had views of this remarkable arrival as it sang in the scrub and tall trees alongside Arnfield Reservoir .
No chance of a picture - it was far too hyperactive for that, zipping through the canopy as little more than a grey, ghostly silhouette with a dark beady eye.
The song gave it away, whenever it deigned to open its mouth - a cross between Wood Warbler and Lesser Whitethroat.
They're not much more amenable in France, but more from ville vin rouge later.
Never the most exciting of warblers, nevertheless it would have been downright unfriendly to ignore a Bomelli's so close to home (just over an hour east from Southport, phylllosc fans) and at such an unusual time.
Bird shut up at 9.05am, but cranked up the trill-o-meter again at 10.30am for brief scope views alongside the more predictable Willow Warblers and Chiffies.
Much more colourful was this superb male Broad Bodied Chaser Dave McAleavy had on the Birkdale frontals recently - ta for the pic Dave....
And thanks to friend and former colleague Alison Gow for sending me a link to this story on WalesOnline, which shows chooks can't be all bad if they lure in something as stunning as this baby.
Thanks Ali, you can read the full story of why you shouldn't keep a Gos in a henhouse here
No chickens were harmed during the making of this blog.
Okay, apart from the bit of one I just ate for my tea.
But that's it.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies....