Friday, 20 August 2010


The plan was a quick extraction and ringing of the migrating warblers that might have made their way into the allotment nets in the previous 15 minutes and then off to work.

This beauty was sitting looking at me from the bean frame as I entered the allotment and obligingly gently blundered into the net. After a little blood was shed, a small hole in a work shirt appeared, a large quantity of adrenalin released and lots of looking things up, a ring was placed on the leg and off went my first buzzard!