Mar 2018
7:51am, 17 Mar 2018
474 posts
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bonners
Currently staying with parents in Devon, always jealous of their garden. The highlights so far have been jays and a GS woodpecker on the feeders.
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Mar 2018
10:46am, 17 Mar 2018
1,050 posts
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J2R
flanker, song thrushes tend to have quite clearly defined little musical phrases which they repeat maybe a couple of times, whereas the song of mistle thrushes is much more 'vague', consisting of rather tuneless short phrases without as much pitch variation, and certainly not repeated with the same regularity. It is also slightly more 'baritone', similar in pitch to a blackbird (as you would expect from the size).
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Mar 2018
10:49am, 17 Mar 2018
18,002 posts
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Wriggling Snake
Sparrowhawk chasing a blue tit about. Didn't get it. Shame.
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Mar 2018
3:34pm, 17 Mar 2018
931 posts
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Dochart
Patch chiffchaff in a biting easterly with snow flurries. May have over- wintered, but if it's just arrived must be wishing it had waited a little longer.
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Mar 2018
5:48pm, 17 Mar 2018
25,378 posts
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Derby Tup
Nice one Dochard
We went for a walk on the local moor and hardly saw a bird apart from a few crows. Spring is back on hold
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Mar 2018
8:25pm, 17 Mar 2018
2,436 posts
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steve45
First likely migrant Chiffs in Cardiff and Vale of Glamorgan 15th and 17th. (other observers. not me!)
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Mar 2018
6:22am, 18 Mar 2018
32,280 posts
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alpenrose
DT, I think that nature knows better when it's Spring, unlike the daft Met Office.
I saw some Alpine choughs the other day and their song always surprises me as you'd expect that croaky caw to come out, not their little squeaky chirps.
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Mar 2018
7:53am, 18 Mar 2018
25,381 posts
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Derby Tup
I saw choughs on the Brevan (so?!!) while walking the UTMB. Lovely birds
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Mar 2018
12:46pm, 18 Mar 2018
1,920 posts
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jacdaw
First brambling in the garden today for a couple years. In the snow.
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Mar 2018
12:49pm, 18 Mar 2018
985 posts
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flyingfinn
Dropping back into Seathwaite this morning after abandoning a run just above Styhead due to the wind strength I was surprised, amongst the swirling snow, to spot my first Wheater of the year.
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