Well the only positive this weekend was that I didn't need to dig myself out of thick snow. I guess there's time yet! Sam and I decided that a birding trip just wasn't worth it and we got on with other things which included me making my mind up to have another attempt at reading Ian Stewart's Migration Ecology of Birds. My first attempt was given up as I found it as dry as sticks and I have to say so far I'm not finding it any easier a read. Can I ever finish it?
The only Chiffchaff I have heard so far this spring was on the Archers omnibus edition this morning. The Archers is becoming as depressing as Eastenders, or maybe it's just the weather making it feel so. Anyway, not a sniff of a Chiffchaff on patch as yet. There was little else about when I braved the biting wind this afternoon. Sam later told me he had counted twenty-seven Goldeneye on the lake this morning and that's a record as far as I'm concerned.
I'm off to pick up the book again and dream of summer............well, maybe the latter is not a good idea!
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