One possible consequence of the rain was the sudden appearance of a large (for Morton Bagot) flock of Swifts, 62 in total, which headed south-west. We were not sure whether they were actually migrating or just reacting to the conditions. One bird which hasn't migrated, surprisingly, is the male Cuckoo which could be heard calling from woods to the south.
As well as the Sedge Warbler singing in the reed-bed, the reverend Reed Warbler decided to give up his oath and also started singing on this Sunday. He can consider himself defrocked.
By the time we reached the pool, the rain had stopped. The water level looked lower than ever, and the pool eventually contained three Green Sandpipers, three Little Ringed Plovers, and a Redshank. The Little Grebes seemed to be absent.
I am very tempted to extend my patch to include it.