A short walk along Ferring Rife this morning was quiet, though an adult male
Sparrowhawk almost hitting me in the face was quite a thrill. Other than that, 113
Meadow Pipits seemed to mostly involve birds arriving off the sea and a
Reed Bunting was calling. A pale
Buzzard flew high overhead and a
Kestrel was hunting. Nine
Moorhens were picking around the edges and singles of
Green and
Great Spotted Woodpeckers announced themselves.
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Collared Dove |