A welcome sqeaking as I left the house this morning.
In the garden over the road, a Spotted Flycatcher was hunting from the top of a row of beanpoles, with another calling nearby. It’s the first time I’ve set eyes on one since late May, although several times I’ve been walking through the village and heard likely sounds. I find the nondescript nature of their call makes them tricky to be sure about without seeing them.
Perhaps the presence of two here in mid-July means we might hope for the squeak of tiny flycatchers before the summer’s out….
During the couple of minutes I was enjoying the beanpole bird, a Kestrel flew low overhead, a Green Woodpecker yaffled from the direction of the cricket pitch and a couple of Swifts zoomed through.