We ringed 666 birds this morning; apt, perhaps, given that most of them (480) were Blue Tits. My fingers have started to bleed from all the pecking. Not that any one Blue Tit can puncture the skin on my fingers, but after a couple of thousand a few holes start to appear... Full totals from this morning are
online — click Ringing.
Back at the station, a Black Woodpecker was flapping about — probably the same bird that's been trying to migration over the last two days (and bottling out every time it reaches the point).
I talk a walk through the park in the drizzle but the best I could find were some Chiffchaffs, Blackcaps etc.
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