To the sound of a scattering of Skylarks moving overhead, little on the ground; but 1 Redshank, the Slav grebe, 3 Rock Pipits and 6-9 confiding Meadow Pipits and 1 Wheatear saved it being a complete 'washout' in glorious sunshine, enjoyed also by southward bound passing Red Admiral and a Peacock butterfly. Back to Mothing me thinks!
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