Wednesday 01 July
Today was the first day that I found myself getting frustrated behind the steering wheel of my car.
Driving to and from work is still not as busy as before the lockdown but it’s getting there. I don’t know what I am most frustrated with; the aggressive driving of others, the fact that I am getting frustrated myself or simply because we are returning to the ways of before?
It’s becoming a daily occurrence to see those kestrels at the end of each day when I head to the car park. They are so different, so unlike other birds. That flash of nutmeg-tan on the wings and backs grabs my attention. You normally see the underside of these birds as they hover over fields and roadsides, hunting out prey.
It rained a heavy shower before we went walking this evening. The smells are no longer fresh and clean. There is now a damp, musty scent as the rain lays on the died-back spring foliage and rapeseed crops waiting to be harvested.
A flight of swallows have now appeared over our house. Feeding on the wing as they hoover up all of the flying invertebrates that are in the air. I can’t help but feel they know we like birds at our house so have chosen our garden to carry out their supper-time aerial glide.
The Bald Birder 