Saturday, 21 February 2009

Final score

6-2 was the final score this morning and I was voted man of the match by a few of my fellow team mates. I was well happy!

The skies were blue (quite a change from the recent gloom) and whilst standing in between the sticks my birding urges twinged when I noticed several parties of Carrion Crows passing overhead. For some reason, I had the spring urge. You know the one. It's when you can't sleep at night, willing the dawn to arrive so that you can experience the first rays of the spring sunshine on your face as you search the bushes in your local patch for the first returning migrants. 

What more motivation do I need to go to The Scrubs more often?


Alan Tilmouth said...

That pitch needs cutting, how do you play with the grass so long?

The Urban Birder said...

Ha ha!