Our day (JB and MB) began in Porth Clais at 06.45 where the verges were white and my focus fingers blue: by necessity, I engaged listening mode.
Songs/calls of 27 spp were listed in as many minutes (including 2 Redpolls and 2 Siskins); an encouraging session of chorus ID because only a few days earlier, while in the company of younger ears, I realised I had lost the sounds of the Gropper - condemned never to hear them again. Or so I thought.
Imagine my delight when I was walking beside Trefeiddan Marsh later this morning and I heard the briefest snatch of song broadcast at the lower end of the scale. An immediate turn of the head - direction finding - revealed the reeler sat atop a nearby gorse bush with its bill wide open with (at least for me) no sound forthcoming, confirming I can't hold back the aging process.
Back on patch, at Pencarnan, were 3 Yellow Wagtails in close tow with the horses in the paddock - 2 females and a truly dazzling male; that's three consecutive days YW's have been attracted the campsite paddocks. (1+2+3).
Earlier this morning Jonathan Bennett reported seeing a Sandwich Tern in Whitesands Bay.
This morning was perhaps not so rewarding as the previous blog by Ian, but memorable nonetheless.