A quite autumn day here at Pencarnan - literally - no waves, no wind,no barking dogs, no notable bird activity. Or so we thought.
Sat on deck in the late afternoon wall to wall sunshine listening to Lucky Dube strum out Jamaican rhythms while Marion popped two corn cobs into the microwave, I sat idly, bins in hand, digesting the scenic beauty of Whitesands Bay back-dropped by Carn Llidi when a Raven flew overhead heading in the direction of Ramsey Sound. Not far behind followed its mate and then a second dark bird, a flying cross with a long down curved bill. Marion! Grab your bins, hurry.
This was our second addition to the caravan list this year following on from a Tree Sparrow during the lockdown on April 4.
Such unexpected moments are the thrill of birding, a magic moment, the excuse to turn up the reggae beat and pour another glass.