I heard, as I walked past the mill, the one bright note of a grey wagtail and, looking up, saw a slender shape bound through a brief blue moment of sky.
Nearby a goldfinch sang his sparkling jumble of a song and on the pond the mallard and mallardesque drakes pipe and bob their willingness to mate. Spring comes, however slowly.
| | Birds | |
| 109 | grey wagtail | Motacilla cinerea |
2012 Totals
Mammals: 9
Birds: 109
Reptiles: 0
Amphibians: 0
Fish: 0
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