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If I'm being totally honest I think that I'm running out of 'Hawfinch steam'. I'm considering not visiting Bramblehall Wood again, mainly because I cannot bare the thought of ultimately staring into an empty canopy where once the hordes were on show - my abiding memory will be of the spectacle, not of a slow demise - but of course, to bump into any by chance as I revert to random birding will be more than welcome. The write-up on the Surrey irruption is well under way, and that can give me my Coccothraustes fix. It's been a blast...

Talking of random birding, the well-trodden paths at Canons Farm were taken this morning. Four Red Kites (two singles and a pair heading between south and west), two singing Chiffchaffs, a couple of Bramblings (including a smart male on the edge of Lunch Wood), 80 Linnets and eight Yellowhammers were ample reward. It's about time that a Marsh Harrier or Osprey deigned to fly over me at the farm (or at least do so when I'm looking in their direction). Both are long overdue. Or a Stone Curlew - I'm not fussy. And seeing that I've just mentioned those three species, I've jinxed them. Not a hope in hell now...

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Arjun Dutta said…
Steve I think I've jinxed nearly 200 species in the last year! :)
3 April 2018 at 21:13
Steve Gale said…
I do it every year Arjun!
3 April 2018 at 21:45
Derek Faulkner said…
You're getting too greedy, settle for an early Swallow and leave the harriers to us marsh people.
4 April 2018 at 06:08
Steve Gale said…
There's some truth in that Derek.
4 April 2018 at 08:04
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