Being up in Yorkshire for Dad’s funeral at least gave us a chance to do a bit of birding on the way back. Strid Woods was as splendid as ever, although we were too late for singing Wood Warbler. Redstarts were very showy and a first for me: a fledgling Pied Flycatcher being fed, was fantastic. We also got two new moths: Chimney Sweeper and Floxglove Pug.
On our way down south we stopped off at Collingham and waited for five whole minutes before the Rose-coloured Starling showed up, and later in Lincolnshire we had a lifer in the form of a Blyth’s Reed Warbler, that eventually showed well and sung beautifully – an amazing song, far better than the short snatch I recorded suggests.
Foxglove Pug
Rose-coloured Starling
Blyth’s Reed Warbler
What a song!