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| Juvenile goldfinch |
I've got to admit that my visits to Urmston Meadows and Sale Water Park have put the wind up me a bit: the number of people who were making no effort whatever at social distancing —, including too many of the cyclists and joggers — didn't feel safe in the prevailing circumstances. As a palliative I've ordered some proper face masks as an upgrade to my home-made Lone Ranger affairs.
Whatever other lessons are to be learned from the pandemic it's painfully obvious that our urban and suburban public spaces are inadequate for the needs of a citizenry with nowhere else to go.
The first of the baby goldfinches has arrived in the garden. It's learned that the feeders are the place to go for food but it had to have a few attempts before it finally picked out a sunflower seed. Unusually there weren't any supervising adults with it.
The song thrush that was a feature of the dawn chorus earlier this Spring has been quiet the past couple of weeks but it came back for a short burst of song this morning. The blackcap that took over its choral duties has gone quiet, however, limiting its singing to the early morning and late afternoon.
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| Male house sparrow |
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| Male house sparrows |
Just as I was counting the woodpigeons on the field across the road (a measly eleven this time) seven ring-necked parakeets flew overhead towards the meadows.
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