The redwings showed up again at 1425 this afternoon, sitting on the blackbird-stripped firethorn outside the study window for long enough to be clocked with the monocular. Not very many of them, maybe half a dozen. Maybe something has gone wrong with their internal calendars this year.
PS: but a bit depressed to read that our fat leader is cranking up to claim a massive victory over Europe in general and the Commission in particular with his Brexit agreement. I wonder if the Europeans are irritated by this sort of thing - or do they just think it as childish as it seems here in Epsom. And just the sort of thing you might expect from a country dumb enough to leave the Union in the first place.
Reference 1: psmv4: Redwings.
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