Yesterday morning I wakened like grim loss of life, with actually yucky flu-like signs. Naturally (having spent Friday evening taking part in and singing in a crowded music venue) I examined for Covid right away: fortunately the end result was detrimental.
A look on the pager revealed that an virtually legendary chicken – a Black-winged Kite – was commuting between Hickling and Horsey. I used to be contemplating whether or not or to not check my bodily situation by taking the brief journey out to the East Coast, when RBA reported that the chicken had flown north, being recorded at Trimingham. This took the choice out of my fingers!
This morning our automotive is within the storage for an extended overdue verify of a rumbling wheel-bearing: guess what? The Kite has returned to Horsey! However even when I had transport, I really feel so grim that even a ‘first for the UK‘ would not tempt me. That is, after all, conclusive proof that I can not declare to be something apart from an off-the-cuff birder! I think about the stroll south from Horsey Mill could be a trifle fraught: it is a busy highway with no footpaths….
This species has been highlighted as an virtually sure future colonist: my hope subsequently is that both this particular person sticks round till a) The automotive is fastened and b) I am fastened or that, like London buses, extra will comply with quickly! (Picture from a ‘free to make use of’ web site)
