Hark the Herald Angels Sing

 The most spectacular and pristine representation of a

HERALD
we have ever seen was followed in quick succession by the expected,

but by no means taken for granted,

MERVEILLE du JOUR

what Pink Floyd would undoubtedly describe as
'A Fine Pair'

After the early morning duties of feeding the newly acquires 'battery' refugees 

and their favoured friends, but only at feeding time the
Guineafowl
it was off to the Heath hopefully to find more movement but confined to the tarmack only the

Airport Fire Brigade
going through their excercises while noting

yet another

Eagle had Landed
(AIRBUS)

With little more than this insect excavation,

a few juvenile
PUFFBALLs

and a lonely looking
MEADOW PIPIT (singular)
maybe it's no wonder our audience is disappearing!

At long last on the banks of the

Gravel Pit
this sparkling

GREY WAGTAIL
still in sparkling regalia

was keeping the recently displaced

COOT

company while a couple of

SWALLOWs

were hawking Insects overhead, while we stood hoping for better to come!