There is no such thing as a Pinish.
As you know I don't really tell you about shite days, but today was, I suppose, a shite day but I enjoyed it! After the summer doldrums I really convinced myself that a Bar-wit (east off Sammy's) and a Greenshank (west, off Sammy's) a Guillemot sat on the sea (off narrows), a Stonechat and a Whinchat together (Warren) and 3 Med Gulls (adults off Sammy's car park) were genuine proper good birds. And do you know what? They were.
I liked it.
Birding is all about...erm....birding and how you feel.
At times. The Point was dead. Proper dead.
Now there's a bird-related post to appease you all.
Best finish with a joke.
A classic joke.
Although I may/may not agree with it's content:
Statistically, 9 out of 10 people enjoy gang rape.
How green is your Warbler?
22 hours ago