On Sunday I was probably suffering from post-holiday blues. It was a bit of a late morning start. Dave was far more optimistic than I was, but we still struggled to find anything beyond the usual. I was pleased to see and hear two Reed Warblers, the last of the more or less guaranteed summer residents.
Fast forward to May 31. A good count of five Grey Herons in the marsh, a Redshank, two Little Ringed Plovers, the Cuckoo again, and a new brood of four Lapwings to provide the aaah factor. It was like an episode of Springwatch.