I woke up feeling like the wreckage of a beached hulk. For the first time in a couple of weeks I'd missed the dawn chorus, I just bet they'd all decided to make a special effort and I'd missed an epic session. A woodpigeon sang down the chimney to remind me what I had been missing.
Definitely missing from the school playing field all day were any gulls. Thirty-odd woodpigeons took residence and quietly grazed while jackdaws and magpies bustled about. The rooks, when they're about at all, don't tend to linger lately as they don't like to stray too far from the rookery on Bradley Lane
I had to get a quick shop in this afternoon. The prize for the first fledgling of the year goes to the young magpie begging from its parent on the station platform.
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