Spring migration has predictably pushed my year list on to 144, compared with 150 last year but 2014 is so far purely an English tally. Yes, I’ve not even ventured into Wales, which may change tomorrow.
This 144 was boosted mightily two weeks ago by stops at Selsey Bill and Pagham Harbour. Unexpected sanderlings there preceded rather late dates for Brent goose and great northern diver. A pair of eider and a ring ouzel were a nice bonus too.
My last addition was a calling cuckoo at Upton Warren yesterday afternoon before a quick pint at the Swan. How convenient is that pub? It sits on the walking route between the Flashes (little ringed plover and avocets) and the Arthur & Joyce Jacobs (nice touch) Hide at the Moors Pool. Although a bit “family friendly” the pub serves decent beers and shows Sky Sports, which is top notch Saturday football entertainment from Jeff Stelling, Matt le Tissier and the boys.
However, yesterday’s programme was somewhat poignant. Bristol Rovers contrived to drop out of the Football League after a tenure of 94 years. I don’t think they’ve even been in the bottom two this season except for this one, crucial day.
So, there we are: Bristol, shit at football, great for about everything else. Even quite good for birds; I counted five grey wagtails on a morning walk round the New Cut and Floating Harbour, and three swifts were another first for the year list. Even a fox foraged by the water.