Just a quick one from me, been quite busy with my comedy career, as usual. The patch has been dead. D E A D. I've not seen a Sand Martin yet, nor a Swallow, and Willow Warbler remains the stuff of dreams. I fear my long ride at numero uno could be about to end, more's the pity. Unless I get some migrants soon, and lots of 'em, I'll have to find something else for the gap I had prepared above the fireplace. Ho hum. The standout piece of good news has been finding two Ring Ouzels on the patch, which frankly have flown (and they did!) in the face of an otherwise dire spring. Things, as they say, can only get better.