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