Peaks and Troughs

Last night at West Hartford?  The same as the night before; only without the partridges!  So pretty flat really.

After that trough, the peak. 

Arrived at work this morning at 07:10 and as I parked the car (Ponteland) I noticed a long, skinny bird (no, not a female colleague) fly into a tall, distant conifer ahead.  'Looks a bit like a parakeet', thinks I.

Then a call I did not recognise, so a short walk to the trees and voila, Ring-necked Parakeet (-2 degrees so a bit chilly for the poor thing).

So the early worm catches the bird!