Birding Diary of an Exiled Liverpudlian and his West Hartford Wanderings
Saturday, 20 September 2014
Floggin' a Dead Horse
Every hour of post-work, post-dog walk daylight this week has been spent trying to emulate even to a slight degree those very lucky feckers who have patches with a coastline. It's been tiring hearing all week about red-breasted this, barred that and yellow-browed the other. Today's daylight, unaffected by my profession, was spent trying again. At least it's consistent; consistently flat and dull. And the Hammers are 2 - 1 up too - can it get any worse?