After an anxious week, the Swifts are here, four of them materialising this evening around the house and across the garden at the tip of a long scream, then settling higher in the sky to feed.
"They've made it again,
Which means the globe's still working..."
They are a week later than last year, when they arrived on 30th April. What brilliant birds!
Meanwhile, earlier today, another delightful annual Winterton ritual was played out as a Red-rumped Swallow passed briskly through heading south.
Welcome
You have found us. We are a secret group of crack birders who have turned our backs on the machismo, corruption, and backstabbing greed that constitute today's birding scene, and have united together to follow the True Path of non-competitive, collaborative and generally lovely birding-as-meditation-and-spiritual-growth. Consequently, we never see anything. Birds that land right in front of our noses, and which we can identify with our observer book, are written about here. Oh, and they have to be seen in - or from - the parish of Winterton-on-Sea, Norfolk, or on the walk round past East Somerton Church ruins and up the concrete track to Winterton Holmes (because it's a nice walk which we all do).
Friday, 6 May 2011
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