Friday 13th March
I can confirm it. I am now old. I've had my suspicions for some time: you know, moaning a bit about lack of respect, having to sit down occasionally, but I've fought it. My head can still be turned by a pretty ankle - I've just got to turn it more slowly. So whats brought this on then. Bloody Morrisons thats what. Every assistant, every check out person even the woman in the Petrol station called me 'dear'. If anyone else, Red nose day, Friday 13th or not calls me that I shall not be pleased. Perhaps 'dear' is a Coventry thing just like 'Me Duck' in Leicester. Anyway it makes me feel old and I dont like it. Even 'foggy', 'flat pint Bob' and other forms of abuse I put up with at my Thursday night watering hole aren't as bad as 'dear'.
I visited Morrison's on the way back from Brandon Marsh, where the highlight was a Blue-winged Shoveler.(See photos) A potential first for Britain if accepted but it may have to be supressed to avoid disturbing the workparties.
Other species included: Willow tit, Common Snipe, Kingfisher, Green and Great spotted Woodpecker, Mistle Thrush, Redwing c20, Nuthatch, Treecreeper, Water Rail and Cetti's warbler.