Dark, Dull, Dank, Driech (if you are Scottish), Dour and downright Damp but enough about me! That was more or less the weather picture throughout Tuesday which altered little and kept hopes at a very low ebb. But fear not Stout Yeoman as just around one of the bends opposite the Solar Panel fence-line perched a male
Canon-wise, that was about as good as it got as the now heavier drizzle made camara action difficult, but when at least c3 (and quite likely a fourth) other birds, all female / hepatic type flew out of the woodwork it was a sight never beheld before. As this is all we have to offer for the day the better images / clips are shown in their entirity.
Wrapped up in some powdered wool I guess I'm losing touch.
Don't tell me this is dying, 'cause I ain't changed that much.
The only sound is water drops, I wonder where the hell I am,
Some kind of jam?
Cuckoo Cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?