Lightning Strikes Twice

 Under an almost

Mackerel Sky 

the day started with a mirror image of yesterday with a/the

HERALD

clinging on doggedly to the Starnge Rover while a/the

MERVEILLE du JOUR
was perched on one of the trap baffles.
(surely the same Insects as before?)

Otherwise, no more than a larva

A Hoverfly species along with plenty of

BOX TREE MOTHs

and "Oh, that's what they get up to as soon as your back is turned"
LUNAR UNDERWING
With nothing on the Irrigation Pond we moved next door to find the now semi-resident cob

MUTE SWAN
had moved station along with a most welcome and first of the Autumn trio of

female

juvenile or moulting smart looking male and a full blown male

TEAL

and where the juvenile
LITTLE GREBE

appears to be totally self sufficient and the parent birds absent.

A sparkling array of juvenile

STARLINGs

in the Solar Panel Compound

"are you looking at me Jimmy"
along with c2,

yes 2,

RAVENs
It has been a long time since we have seen such a thing!
Finally, something we did not want to see a domestic

CAT

catching, killing and eating a Wild Creature.
Dependant on which authority you follow it is estimated that such animals kill between
27 MILLION and 55 MILLION
Wild Birds in the UK alone annually - Google it!!!!

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!

Thank You For the Days - The Kinks

 With things having been a little lacklustre over the past few days to step out into the blue and find a

 'first for the year'

RED UNDERWING

clinging to the fence palings you come to the conclussion that this is about as good as the day is going to get, and were we the gambling kind we might have stuck at that, but these 'er days can be fickle things!

Additionally, we coped for a

CANARY-SHOULDERED THORN
and after a fairly long absence another

STRAW DOT
and not really what we were wanting to see across

The Heath.
Fortunately we got to fairly close quarters with this

ROE BUCK

with the mist doing its best to disapear.
A strange find from the footpath was a dead

LIZARD / NEWT
being predated by a
PILL WOODLOUSE and a WHITE-LEGGED MILLIPEDE
but with no birds and the

Mist Gone
we did notice a few clumps of still blooming

DWARF GORSE
and

BELL HEATHER
but there were bigger fish to fry as this was about to become the
Best Day of the Year
which will take some beating at that!

CHLOE

a dear, dear friend and Moth Apprentice awaiting a return to the traps and introducing me to just 'one month old' 

DYLAN FREDERICK
who, to my greatest joy, will refer to me as Uncle Bagsy it could not get any better.

He has also been given nearly all my library of Wildlife books and a further joy to know they will go on to teach another generation.
LOTS of LOVE DYLAN and a LONG and HEALTHY LIFE.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a6Kv0vF41Bc

Once upon a time you dressed so fine,
threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People call say 'beware doll, you're bound to fall,'
you thought they were all kidding you!
You used to laugh about, everybody that was hanging out.
Now you don't talk so loud, now you don't seem so proud.
About having to be scrounging your next meal.

How does it feel, how does it feel?
To be without a home
like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone!

Yes, the Very same Dylan as Bob