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| Spadgling |
The blackbird and the robin started singing simultaneously at ten to four, as if on some prearranged cue. Why any of us were awake at that time of the morning is a question for the ages.
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| I've been noticed |
The spadgers and the blue tits are doing a good job of demolishing the suet blocks, and a better job of making the squirrels feel unwelcome at the feeder. They're a lot more careful about the magpies, and not without reason.
It occurred to me that I'm taking it on trust there's a resident blackcap, I've not actually seen it since the beginning of May. For all I know it may be a dunnock with a tape recorder.
Over the road a substantial tonnage of woodpigeons has been grazing the turf. The peak count for the week has been eighty-four birds, it's not often less than fifty birds if the kids aren't using the field.
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