A couple of Swallows hawking around the escarpment at Alciston yesterday, alongside some other late-autumn migrants, was less surprising than the lone bird sitting on wires at Place Farm this morning. It was in exactly the spot where the summering birds like to sit, but presumably this was a late migrant, just stopping by.
Nearby a Fieldfare chuckled from atop the highest branch in the churchyard trees – winter and summer cheek by jowl.
