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New arrivals on the patch

I awoke to the song of a Mistle Thrush, a beautiful tune when one is halfway between asleep and awake. It sounded as if it was in the garden, probably perched in what I think is a Cherry Tree. By the time I was out of the door it had departed, still singing, but further away in the nearby copse.
It was to be a morning of song and calls that allowed me to pick up more returning migrants. A Willow Warbler was singing in the scrub, the end of the song to me sounds like he is laughing all the way to the bank. On the other side of the reserve, a Blackcap fired out its own tune. Last year, I welcomed back these pair on the 13th and 14th of April respectively. Factoring in a harsh Winter and my proximity to the patch would suggest it was always likely I would pick these two up earlier this year, but to record them both in March is at least of note if not significant. I will compile a list of arrivals and departures in the near future.
Elsewhere, a Kingfisher bombed away from the river and over the marsh, and a male Sparrowhawk cruised over the pinewoods, hopefully prospecting a nest once again. A few Teal were on the lagoon, although no sign of the hoped for Garganey. I had already seen one Green Sandpiper head towards Wood's End, and luckily another was grounded and probing at the back of the lagoon. A Shelduck flew over head, technically a returning bird I guess. Excellent in terms of variety today.

A search for a reported large Owl species proved fruitless the previous evening down at Wheatfen. It was an eerie evening all things told, the mist lay thick on the meadows and a couple of Tawny Owl hooted. A small Bat species hunted high amongst the pines at the entrance to the reserve. Back at home, another Bat was out late last night but promptly disappeared when I went to grab the detector.

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