Bits and Pieces - The Dave Clark 5

 It’s part of the gig really to stand on the doorstep any time around about the Witching Hour listening for nocturnal migrants or more local birds for that matter. It was such last night when c2 tiny and ghostly apparitions scampered across the lawn which surely could only have been

GREY SQUIRRELs? but otherwise no Birds.

Midnight on the water (doorstep),
I saw the ocean's daughter.
Walking on a wave she came,
staring as she called my name.

And I can't get it out of my head,
no I can't get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead,
'cause I can't get it out of my head no, no!

Further to that, at daylight we were also hampered in our ability to manoeuvre as the

STRANGE ROVER

had to be consigned to the Sick Bay under the care of our skilful pal Gerry but not before a lightning dash around all areas where it was pretty much a recap of previous days with the likes of

the

COOT

c3

LITTLE GREBEs

along with the female

TUFTED DUCK
all continue to occupy the Gravel Pit

Breakdown on the shoreline,
can't move, it's an ebb tide.
Morning don't get here tonight,
still searching for her silver light
while new arrivals elsewhere included this bonny looking

LESSER BLACK-BACKED GULL
on the football pitches

and a fly-in

LITTLE EGRET
which landed on the margins of the Golf Course for only a matter of seconds while the ornimental

KNOB-HEADED GEESE
were hosting the return of just part of the presumed localy bred

MUTE SWAN
family on the Main Pond.
Otherwise, hoping not to over-egg the custard we are inclined to post the 'full monty'

on the local

female

KESTREL

perch above the pond and being so obliging

n'all.

An update on the Moths will follow in due course should there continue to be any.

And I can't get it out of my head,
No I can't get it out of my head
now my old world is gone for dead,
'cause I can't get it out of my head, no, no, no no!

E.L.O.