They’re not rare, but they are rather local – so a Lesser Whitethroat heard briefly near the school on Friday night was a welcome sound, and the closest one to the middle of the village I’d yet recorded.
That was, until Saturday morning, when one sang from trees adjacent to the cricket pitch – a garden tick for me and, perhaps, the same bird as Friday evening. Maybe an unmated male having a final attempt at finding a territory? Whatever, I haven’t heard it since.
Good also to hear, and then finally see, a Spotted Flycatcher in the garden, plus three Buzzards high together.
The torrent of Painted Ladies slowed as the weekend progressed – and the first Silver Y moth of the year was disturbed from the grass.