Up at quarter past four, getting the cat in from playing tigers in the rain, I was puzzled by this morning's dawn chorus. There were the usual three blackbirds, the robin and the wren but they were almost drowned out by the calls of a flock of black-headed gulls. There was no sign of them on the school playing field, nor could I see them overhead. I could only think they must be on the play ground the other side of the school, (I wasn't up for getting dressed and walking round to find out). The post-breeding movement of gulls is definitely underway.
Further evidence that we're entering the dog days: I had to rescue an old maid moth from the bathroom on my way back to bed. Every year I'm surprised at the size of these beasts.
Black-tailed godwits, Leighton Moss
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