...from up north a couple weeks back, courtesy of our good friend Rich B's trap in his Coastguard cottage garden, at the tip of our beloved Flamborough Head. His garden is fashioned from an urban birder's sweetest dreams, hosting rare and scarce passerines every autumn that make me weep quietly as I wake up to screaming sirens and petty crime here in deepest Hackney. ("Oh look, there's a Blyth's Reed Warbler next to the tomatoes"). One day Mr. Baines, when I'm sipping coffee overlooking my St. Kilda scrub and vegetable patch, you'll be sorry.
(Eyed Hawk Moth & Burnished Brass)
