Spurn, hmmm, quiet today. Wind sfrom the south and a bit from the east but low pressure over the country. Does that make a difference to the promotion of overshooting migrants? I don't know what I'm talking about. It's quiet today though. As soon as I stepped out of the car I thought straightaway that there was little happening, movement-wise.
I went up big hedge to see if there really was little moving.
There was little moving.
The only passage was 10 Goldfinch and 4 Jackdaws that u-turned back north.
In the bushes, Goldfinch and Greenfinch - the usual fare.
On the fields, Mipits and Skylark - the usual fare.
Walked past the Warren toward (towards?) the gate when a THRUSH NIGHTINGALE started singing behind me! Fuck me! Turn back....
...Hang on, hang on a minute here. It started up just as a guy I'd just said "Alright!" to walked into the clearing there. It stopped. Then it started again. Ah, it's a tape. It's just a tape everybody, no panic.
Then I did panic. How did I know for sure that it was a tape? And how did I know that it was a Thrush Night? I'm rubbish at calls and songs. I should get an audio aid to help me recognise species by sound alone. Can anyone reccommend one? Who am I talking to? No one! Okay then.
Up Beacon Lane a Chiffchaff! Far out! More Goldfinch and Chaffinch and bastard Greenfuckingfinch and fucking Treebastardsparrows. Shite.
Then it started to rain.