I'm either wallowing in a bout of hypochondria or suffering the aftereffects of prolonged heat and dehydration of the train ride home the other day, either way I'm shattered and hiding from the sun. The birds in the garden seem similarly inclined, most everything is staying undercover.
The sparrows come out to the feeders in groups of two or three so it's hard to know how many of them there are in total. The great tits still seem to be hanging round with one of the spadger flocks, the adult blue tits have reappeared, as has one of the adult robins.
The rowan tree's light on berries this year so there's not a lot of blackbird activity in there. The pair that usually hang round the garden have been joined by a couple of immature birds.
Over on the school playing field the woodpigeons are out in force and the rooks are back, though the jackdaws seem to be spending their time elsewhere. They'll not be going far, they're still flying about and making a noise throughout the day. The turn of the seasons is signalled by the return of the evening flocks of black-headed gulls, just a couple of dozen or so, getting a last meal in before going off to roost.
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