Yes indeedy, its not even March yet and the first decent mig of the year has already been bagged! And it involved more than a fair slice of jam too. Rewind to yesterday afternoon, with the dog walk looming. In a last-minute change of mind, I decided against driving to Dirk and trudging down and back again, opting instead for a walk along the road from the house.
After approximately two minutes of trudging east along the road, I spotted what looked like a swallow flying towards me. "But its February" I thought, raising the bins and getting on it. I could make out red around the nape, and when it banked, there was a pale reddish rump patch. "Jeepers, red-rumped swallow" was something like my next thought. I carried on watching as it made its way slowly westwards, before it dipped down towards the beach and out of sight. Somewhat in a daze, I retraced my steps past the house and down to the beach, then over to Kilkeran Lake, just in case it was hanging around but no further sign.
Full fat jammy twat!
