So it's 2016, and the year-list has to start again. It didn't get past February last year, but there was little to report so it didn't miss much. So far, three days in, it's up to an unimpressive 50 but that's without trying and with mostly foul weather. This year, I promise to do better.
Highlights so far are:
- sparrowhawk on the windowledge;
- coal tit on a feeder (uncommon here);
- 16 goldfinches eating up my pension fund; and
- 24 little gulls in an hour, flying south into the wind at the rifle range.
The weather has been weird with monthly temperature records broken, no frosts and plants flowering ridiculously early, including a single coltsfoot on the range, which normally appear at the end of February.