Yesterday heard a chiffchaff singing on the edge of my local wood.
Spent most of Thursday in the Black Mountains. Every few hundred yards, a new pair of skylarks appeared and the cock would rise singing into the air. Plentiful cock meadow pipits the cocks with their parachute flight displays. Saw no sign of merlin and wondered whether the profusion of birds was due to the fact that the merlins had not arrived back from their winter quarters.
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