Not Much To Tell

Tonight's amble around the usual stubble fields was thwarted by an over-diligent farmer who spent many an hour once the sun had gone down yesterday ploughing the fields over.  So this evening there was no chance of any sprawk action, nor a repeat of Wednesday dusk's two Kestrels v two Crows 'dogfight', which gave excellent views of the former as they were only about ten feet from the ground, so almost eye-level for me.  This evening, West Hartford was the destination for One Man And His Dog.  Although it was beautifully cool and clear, with a picturesque sunset, the bird life was negligible.  A dozen or so House Martins over the Sub-Station, a Skylark too, and on the flash, a few Pied Wagtails.  There is now more mud than water.  Definately all quiet on the West Hartford front!