July was a damp squib, with pretty horrible weather every weekend. That coincided with the birding midsummer doldrums, so moths and butterflies took centre stage.
A few autumn migrants are trickling though the downs now, but until today there was nothing to speak of at home, but a glance out of the window this afternoon found a Turtle Dove sitting in a bush behind the garden. That’s only the third we’ve had at home, and a bird that gorgeous is always welcome.