A passage of meadow pipits that was underway on Thursday kept going all weekend. Thursday was the one day of the year that I'll get excited by this classic bit of gank. Despite a scattering of hot records near by (osprey at Gladhouse must have passed close(ish) to my patch), while who cares where the Musselburgh white stock came from, the only sign of summer was a blackcap having a half arsed attempt at singing. I bet it has not seen the other side of the Sahara though.
Otherwise, the sparrowhawks continue to plough their way through the local tit population.