Not Quite Scilly

At this point in the season, a birder here in my West Dorset/East Devon locale might reasonably expect to have encountered at least a few of...

Like loads of birders, I take photographs but am not a photographer. I like to decorate this blog with them, and a visual record of any...

March came and went in a soggy flash, and April is threatening to do the same. Birding time has been difficult to wangle. At the very end of...

I have a love/hate relationship with 'self-found' listing. There is an appealing purity to the idea of keeping a list of birds ...

Yesterday we enjoyed a guided tour of Somerset's Avalon Marshes, courtesy of friends who live in the area. It is hard to believe th...

Locally, nothing quite says spring like a Wheatear on the beach, preferably in the first half of March and not too long after sunrise. And n...

It is now seven months since I ditched X (formerly known as Twitter), which is more than enough time to ponder the pros and cons of such a m...