Bishops castle in the Shropshire Hills, hard by the Welsh border. Red kites circling on thermals overhead. Swifts hunting insects, zooming past inches from the hotel window, while a webcam in a nestbox was beaming live coverage of another brooding eggs to a screen in the hotel bar. A great mob of jackdaws: what seemed to be two clans which circled the town a couple of times a day, a group of perhaps a hundred following another, somewhat larger one.
Sadly, I didn’t manage to get any pictures of any of these things. I did, however, manage to get this series of a few of the jackdaws when they had paused their flight over the town, and had settled down to rest, in pairs, on some of the roofs.