Yesterday started so well - sunny, hot, and the road to WHBP a veritable bird-fest, all the warblers you'd expect in good voice and showing well, Hirundines aplenty over the Flash, a pair of Canada Geese present and a Greenshank in a feeding frenzy on the west shore. And then the moby rang, and the devastating news that a work colleague had collapsed last night and died. I was speaking to him at 5:30 Friday, and within five hours he was gone; and only 43! RIP PG.
So this morning was a bit of a Grounhog Day. Same dog, same route, almost the same birds. No Groppers at the back of the new Fire Station, and no Greenshank. BUT, a pair of Garganey in the NW corner of the larger Flash was a great find.
For a couple of over-sized puddles (getting smaller as the hot days go by), this place does the business.