Wandering tits

 Its that time of year on Galley when you can bump into a load of tits of all shapes and sizes pretty much anywhere. And so it was this morning, as I wandered down into Dirk hoping for a yank. A distant possible long-tailed tit call gradually came closer and turned into nine (count 'em) of the wee blighters frolicking in the sycamores. 

I gleaned another two kwality year ticks on Sunday, in the form of my first stock dove since 2013 down Marsh Lane followed by two (count 'em) or a brace if you'd prefer, wigeon on the lake. 

Exhibit A - A stock dove

I would still rather be on Shetland though.