It's an odd thing: I haven't seen a single sparrow in the garden this weekend. I'd let the feeders lie empty for a couple of days at the end of last week but it usually takes less than a day for them to twig they've been refilled.
They haven't been much in evidence in their other usual haunts locally, either. They've been very quiet at the station this week and the usual mutterings in the privets by the bus stop weren't to be heard. I was rather relieved when one chirped at me from a privet hedge as I walked home at sunset.
A few minutes later I walked on down to the station thinking it was a bit of a cool evening for bats but it's worth five minutes' having a look. There were two soprano pipistrelles flying round the field at head height. One flew off towards the school, the other continued flying figures of eight around my head. I stood there for five minutes and bade it good luck and goodnight. It's a rum do when you're seeing more bats than spadgers.
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