A very grey dawn and a wicked NE wind, nearly kept me in bed but I am a sucker for birding. Tried Ripagården for an hour and a half this morning, the day never got started really and it stayed grey and chilly throughout. The morning session was enlivened by a singing male dunnock (scarce on the patch in winter, not moving yet I do not think, so this one probably over-wintered). Also singing were yellowhammer and wren. Twenty-three coot were migrants and that was about it bar a snipe kicked up from a wet flush.
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