I've just come back from a relatively lengthy spell of birding over at Canons Farm. As I left the place I tweeted out the following:
After a six hour stint, I'm off. There's only so much empty sky a man can take.
This comment was made due to a fair-sized dollop of disappointment - what with a southerly airflow, and plenty of migrants having been recorded elsewhere during the week, I really thought that we would be in with a chance of picking up some stuff. At least a Swallow, maybe a Willow Warbler and even a fly-through Marsh Harrier or Osprey. But none of these materialised (the last two species mentioned unsurprisingly). There were four of us out looking as well, so the patch was being well covered.
Empty sky? Did I really mean that? Looking at my notebook, that really was harsh. 10+ Common Buzzard. 1 Peregrine. 2 Greylag Geese (maybe not 'patch gold', but certainly 'patch bronze'), a smart male Brambling, a female Stonechat, a flock of 80+ Linnet, half a dozen Chiffchaff, and up to six of these...
We still get Yellowhammers. Not many places around the edge of London do. We had up to 50+ during the winter and maybe 2-3 pairs will breed. So, empty sky? Hardly.