Saturday, 16 March 2019

Busily doing nothing

Well, that's not quite correct, but it has felt like it. The relentless strong westerly airflow, together with sudden downpours or long periods of drizzle have put to bed thoughts of those warm balmy days of late February. I have hardly picked up the binoculars, instead finding stuff to do indoors or seeking refuge in shops, pubs, art galleries, doing artwork or reading books. I cannot complain...

This morning I took part in a bit of community work, assisting in the planting of a wild hedgerow on the local allotment where I'm helping out record the wildlife. 200 mixed plugs of oak, blackthorn, silver birch, rowan and hazel were donated by the Woodland Trust and put in place by seven of us in quick time, helped along by tea, coffee and home made cake.

As for the birding, this stormy interlude has had the feel of pushing a reset button. When it all calms down next week I will enter the field with renewed vigour, and maybe, just maybe, a summer migrant or two will be awaiting.

2 comments:

Derek Faulkner said...

Yes, stormy indeed. After walking round the Harty marshes every morning in those gales I felt like I'd been in the Marathon each time and like you we don't have sheltered woods to walk in.

Steve Gale said...

It builds up your thigh muscles Derek, just in time for a bit of Shellness nudism come the summer...