With no positive effect from months of drugs, the last three months have been housebound all bar hospital appointments and with nothing over the garden except singles of Swift, Common Buzzard, Holly Blue and precious few other insects.
Today was a short but exhausting local walk where the swans still had six large young, having only lost one, and a very juvenile Black-headed Gull was still being fed by an adult. Scanning the skies found just three Swifts and in the distance a male Blackcap was still singing from Squirrel Wood. Sadly, not a peep from Reed Warbler, so presumably no breeders this year.
(Four of six below)
