A return to the Turtle Doves yesterday evening had two main differences: we drove rather than walking, and the birds cooperated. I’m not sure whether it’s better to hear the wonderful purring or to see the beautiful bird. It’s best to see them purring. One was hiding in the bushes, but there were enough holes to get a picture through.
Later on at the heath at Pulborough, absolutely nothing. Utterly dead on a perfect evening for heathland birds.
