I went to Little Singleton after work tonight and had a pleasant half hour watching Pinkfeet in the sun. They were spooked by a plane at one point, when I took the picture above. Hopefully it conveys some of the spectacle.
I think I will miss the wild geese when they’ve gone more acutely this year. They’ve been a constant source of joy and wonder. I scanned through these when they were on the ground looking for a Bean Goose, but who really cares whether there’s a Bean Goose among them in one sense. You can soak up a Starling murmuration without stressing about whether there might be a Rosy Starling in the throng.