Lazy day

Juvenile blue tit

I had such plans for the day, turned over and fell asleep. The dawn choruses had caught up with me. I got up, got an early lunch and made every effort at going out for a walk save actually doing anything that might result in my going for a walk. I took the hint. I needed a reading day.

Juvenile blue tit

The blue tits pitched camp in the back garden, and with them came a revelation: I thought there were three youngsters in the brood, it turns out to be five or six. The adults are looking a little less frazzled than they have been, leaving the youngsters to their own devices most of the time. 

Dunnock

House sparrow

I've not seen a lot of the spadgers, they're making their views known on the double crime of hacking back the rambling rose and not filling up the seed feeders. They're still quietly sidling in to demolish the suet blocks, though.

Juvenile house sparrow

Female house sparrow

Come the evening the weather, though still windy, set to fairer than it had been most of the day so I decided I'd get the bus into Flixton and have a walk round Wellacre Country Park in what passes for the golden hour in heavy dark cloud, to see if I could pick up any bats or the barn owls I keep being told about on Green Hill.

Luckily, I realised that I'd left the binoculars, camera and bat detector at home just before the bus arrived. My subconscious wasn't even being subtle about it. I took the hint.