Alcohol-Free May

Apart from the squacco heron and the baby blackbird, which must have fledged over the night following my post, what else has my month on the wagon achieved? The Portbury Wharf list cranked up another one with a long overdue sighting of the grey partridges that have taken up residence. They may be a bit plastic but not as bad as those at Portbury itself a while back.

I may or may not have seen a white wagtail collecting food in Portishead a week later. It’s so hard to tell but I’m becoming more convinced that not only does this migratory race overwinter but it breeds here too.

Then an idyllic afternoon at RSPB Ham Wall gave me year ticks of hobby and a calling cuckoo. This was after a visit to Plantlife’s Skylark Meadows at Bawdrip.

But the birding, and naturing in general, has been on the back burner thanks to a burst of energy launching my C++ website and Let the Time Come taking on a life of its own. A final version of the book in its old shape is now available at a discount while I completely replot Act Two (of four now, it must be said).

A version of The Honeyeaters’ Tree is also out but I’ll rewrite its opening. A bit flat and showing its origins as a series of blog posts was my verdict on reading the printed item.

Will nothing ever be finished? Probably not – just abandoned.

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