

Two beautiful but utterly different migrants were back in the area today. A Swift flew fast to the west not even tempted by the abundance of insect life by the surface of the lake. Living up to its name it was soon gone, its passage almost too quick to take in, but leaving me with the annual thrill of seeing my first Swift.
I had good views of a pair of Redstarts back on their territory. The male surely one of our most beautiful birds, vibrating his tail and sporadically singing, the weather was dull, not so the Redstart.