A few of us did manage to have a pleasant walk around Parbold yesterday evening, though, and were rewarded with lovely views of a stunning Kingfisher jetting from barge to barge at dusk on the canal in the village.
Just prior to that, we had an obliging Yellowhammer perched up and singing heartily away in the dying light. So bright and vivid were it's colours that one of our party mistook it for a Parrot! A Whitethroat flicked away underneath it, and the canal was full of this year's Mallard ducklings preparing for life on their own.
I had a couple of Willow Tits at the bottom of Wood Lane last week. This red-listed bird constitutes quite a rarity nowadays.
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