With Seppy blawin' on about how epic the spring has been hereabouts, I thought I'd best add a little counterbalance from a few short kilometres down the coast.
While Galley (and indeed, seemingly every other bit of the Irish south coast) had Hoopoes and other such spring goodies dropping from the skies with apparent abandon, Squince seemed to be the only place immune to the influx. Despite countless hours scouring every piece of perfect Hoopoe-devoid-Hoopoe-habitat on patch, there was nothing doing. I did find a fine Hoopoe not far off patch at Myross Woods -- which was, errr, nice.
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A Hoopoe not far off-patch at Myross Woods. Balls! |
The days of traipsing finally yielded a very-hard-earned Black Redstart, but that was it on the migrant front apart from the routine arrival of the usual suspects, with Blackcap, Willow Warbler, Swallow, House Martin, Sand Martin, Sarnie Tern, Gropper and Sedgie to keep the tally ticking over. No Wheatears yet though.
The only other birds of note in April were a Great Crested Grebe on the lake and a Marsh Harrier (a full-fat patch tick no less) high over the reedy bit at the back of the lake, being mobbed by hoodies before it immediately fecked off roughly in the direction of Skibbereen.
So... an utterly unremarkable spring here when all said and done, one which sees Seppy (after his Galley Spring Mig Bonanza) breathing down my neck for second spot on the podium.
Fux sake!