I mooched around The Scrubs this morning at 6am in the vain hope that the ominous dark clouds that were swiftly moving in from the west were not going to envelope the relatively clear sky that was above my head. I had hoped that they would have retreated to whence they came. But instead they advanced. I watched a Spotted Flycatcher that I had just discovered sitting in a bush. It seemed to shudder as the first spots of icey rain fell.
Welcome to Britain Mr Flycatcher!