Lazy day

Spadgers

Another grey August day, though somewhat warmer and mellower without that cold wind. What sounded like a donkey rearranging next door's patio furniture was a juvenile house sparrow having an early morning bath. This time I did succumb to the allure of a lie-in and another hour's sleep. Needless to say, I did feel like the wreck of the Hesperus the rest of the day.

That spadger not withstanding it was a quiet day in the back garden. The suet pellets I put into the feeders haven't been a great success (there wasn't any sunflower seeds in the shop). The spadgers have been picking at them, the blue tits can just about manage to pick them out and take them into cover. The robin wasn't impressed. I got a kilo of seeds this afternoon to make amends with.

I was rather late in going out for tonight's bat hunt at the station and thought I'd missed them completely. A lad and his mother asked me what I was up to and we had a conversation about bats in general. After they'd gone I was about to give up when I knocked the frequency setting and got me a lot of fast clicks. Remarkably they were way too high to be any sort of bar, which is how I found that some large noctuid moths make a noise as they fly about. A few minutes later I had the consolation prize of a soprano pipistrelle flying by over the trees.