The New Year dawned slowly and drearily in North Wales. Low cloud and rain obscured the view from the hill side, rivulets of rain drops ran like miniature rivers down the window so it was almost impossible to see out. It was not the kind of morning you wanted to head outside, but rather one … More The New Year
The baby alarm clock had gone off early. So early it was still dark, although that is not difficult at this time of the year. While mummy dealt with crumpets in bed, daddy was out like a shot to the garden to set up nets. With reinforcements waking to take care of the crumpet-eater I … More Mysterious birds
This weekend we headed to Wales not only to visit the inlaws but of course to do some ringing in their garden. June and Rob’s house sits on the end of the row, with the corner garden overlooking fields, a small wood and the valley below. We usually catch between 20 and 30 birds in … More Winging it in Wales
Wild Barley 