Another reasonable day at the office today despite being, in the main, similar fare to yesterday. Between Barleycrates and Culverwell there was naught but a lone Siskin, but once there a Great Spotted Woodpecker (not a daily occurrence by any means on the Island) was heard 'calling', likely the same Yellow-browed Warbler, still peeping away, a Song Thrush, a Clouded Yellow Butterfly, the 2 Turtle Doves and a Redwing 'in the hand' all entered the log. Of the latter, I have been privileged to handle quite a number, in an attempt to save them from a fate of certain death, which apart from being a bit of a Thrush freak anyway, gave me an affinity with this species. For the uninitiated, from now, and through the early winter, these mass migrants will be heard in the night sky letting out their wispy 'tsee' location call. In fact as I sat outside of 'Slight Return' enjoying a coffee mid-afternoon a number were heard overhead.
and it wont put me up nor down that today sees the last 'artist' descend from the 4th Plinth in Trafalgar Square. Occupied for a total 2,400 hours, the brainchild of supposed eminent artist Anthony Gormley, on our recent visit Ille and I were, to say the least, bemused by a grey haired woman seemingly sorting out her washing up. "Art for art's sake, money for God's sake", read the 10cc lyrics, but whichever way you view it we have the freedom to make up our own minds.
The 4th Plinth - 2 saucepans and a plateTrafalgar Square - with mild, green Fairy Liquid
the last of 'Buchan Birds' - starts with a real little beauty