The blackcap seemed unusually loud through the open living room window and I wondered why I could hear him in stereo. All became clear when I opened the front door to empty the tea pot on the roses: I was hearing the resident male singing from the rowan tree in the back garden and he had a rival singing from the pear tree on the roadside at the front. Which I find a bit encouraging all in all.
It was a bright, sunny warm day and my impulse to go out for a walk in it while it's fine was eventually outweighed by my feeling tired after yesterday's long day and by the prospect of negotiating round crowds and cyclists on a sunny Saturday. Usually when I feel like this I head for a trot over Chat Moss but I just didn't feel like it today.
A lot of furtive scuttling around in the fruit bushes suggested there were spadgers about, a suspicion confirmed when one of the cock sparrows took a break from picking aphids off the boysenberries by the window to do a bit of spider-hunting on the window frame. They're doing a good job of removing the pests on the fruit bushes but I think they could up their game on the roses.
We're getting a pair of swifts overhead each evening this week. I hope more turn up before long.
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