Out for an hour with twins in tow doing their very best to scare, chase and scream at anything that moves in Scotch Gill Woods west of Morpeth. I'd had a pair of Treecreeper and a pair of Nuthatch and an overhead Sparrowhawk that was getting seven bells knocked out of it by a couple of Crows.
I was originally heading further up to Garden House to look for Kingfisher but I saw the newish footpath and turned back thinking this might be easier for Hansel & Gretel (oh there are times I could quite happily hand them over to a local witch).
Anyway my point being it was a little quiet, I even started taking pictures of plants and the odd butterfly that was happily feeding on Lesser Celandine. A male Comma my third species this year, if this goes on I'm going to end up with a Butterfly list aren't I? I think the flower is Wood Anemone.
Heading back we had a Grey Wagtail doing what it says on the tin along the riverbank. Then at first just a snatch, a little scratchy as if it were clearing a dry throat a ChiffChaff that was soon belting out it's repetitive welcome to the season, that's Spring in case you missed it in the title, I promise I won't say it again.
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Oh no, the naturalist disease hasn't spread to you, has it? Before long you'll be prowing around shops and street lights looking for moths...
I had to read that twice as I somehow connected prowling under street lights with naturism:)
New arrivals or over-winterers, who knows?
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