Spent a good ten minutes listening to a reed warbler going off like an techno / garage dj having a manic episode on LSD in the micro-wilderness area that backs onto the canal basin and moorings. Wow. A musical beast with natural rhythm and a great deal he wanted to express, it seeems. I might as well sell all my Autechre records. A woman stopped by to tell me that he'd completely stolen the show when she came out to hear the dawn chorus a few days previously.
Then enjoyed watching a pair of mature gulls repeatedly circling and strafing the area where the local ducks are fed by children, stealing anything and everything from under the noses of the local ducks. So easy to overlook what impressive fliers these huge white birds can be. Topped off by the appearance of the cutest little pied wagtail hopping about on the wooden docks. Somewhat makes up for the sights that greeted me on the way out, an unsalubrious if somewhat impressively built crow enacting a horrific scene - messily, greedily plucking out the entrails of (yet another) dead rat.
In other developments, the medium sized dark birds of some description have been seen waging a concerted campaign of mid-air harassment against the Red Kites, but even they have deserted us tonight. There's not a single bird to be seen in any of the fifty or more trees I can see from my window. The local three legged cat has just limped home, so where are the magpies that usually taunt him? At the last minute, a dozen swallows flash overhead in tight formation, before I'm once again I realise I'm sat under disconcertingly empty skies.