Oman! Oh boy!
May Day, May Day – I’m bloody freezing!!
One good tern
Migrants
Sunday’s planned trip with the Potters Bar & Barnet RSPB Group to Sandwell Valley RSPB Reserve in Birmingham became a trip to Fishers Green in the Lea Valley with Russell my photographer and his delightful wife Yvette. They were very pleased to show around their local patch on a day that was promised as being nice and sunny but ended up grey with sunnier breaks.
Groppers and the law
I really wanted to get up early before football to sample the avian delights that The Scrubs possibly had to offer for a couple of hours. Instead, I opted stay in bed. Last night’s talk must have been more taxing than what I had originally thought. I was donning my football socks when I had a call from a birder telling me that he had just found a Grasshopper Warbler in Little Wormwood Scrubs – a small park directly east of my patch. I’ve never seen a gropper on my home turf before, but alas, I had football obligations. The pitch was calling.
Scrubs Rouzel
Blue skies
At last the sun is poking its head over my part of west London. To be fair, it’s been pretty sunny for the past few days made all the more better by the lack of planes. The Scrubs is still pulling in Wheatears, with birds being seen almost on a daily basis. Today was no different with a pair noted on the grassland eventually ending up on the playing fields. It’s amazing that birding friends in Norfolk still haven’t seen any.
Take note
No migrants
Had another boring morning at The Scrubs with a singing Willow Warbler being the only new migrant to be discovered. I’m sure that the place was crawling with migrants but of course none of them revealed themselves to me.
Crossed a lot of rivers
Leaving on a jet plane
Leicester not forget!
Tomorrow’s the day
Eternal dreamer
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Can I have some more hours in the day please?
Rubbing shoulders at The Palace
Lord knows how I managed to get into the Palace with no tie and no id – but I did!
First The Tower next The Palace!
This morning at The Scrubs I scored another Woodcock having unintentionally flushed it from the ground in Chats Paddock. The interesting thing was that I was chatting to fellow Scrubber, Roy Nuttall, about the Woodcock I saw just two days previously in the grassland when I suddenly flushed the bird. That kind of thing happens to me quite frequently so I’m often careful about what I wish for!



















