counting coots

Yep, Cuckoo spit. With a ‘p’.

No Cuckoo mind you, just some spit.

Not much of anything different in the patch at the moment. Still running on high tides at lunchtime which is a bit of a drag. The Blackcap seems to have buggered off, but the Swifts are lingering and slowly starting to fly about at less than 10,000 feet.

On a brighter note, I had an addition to my Loo List on Monday.

Yep, you heard it – a Loo List. A list of all the birds that I have seen or heard while sitting on the lav at home. Classy, eh? The previous addition was a Green Woodpecker bombing past the window earlier in the year, and with a Blackcap on Monday it brings the total to a bogtastic 27.