The sky so grey today that I didn't even know it was morning.
I walked a couple of hours yesterday, when it never quite rained, and me and Dandy went through the forest to find a waterfall and grotto that were not a disappointment. On the way back we saw a heron, but didn't get close.
Overhead, I can tell buzzards (fan tail) from red kites (forked tail), and around the house we have all sorts of chaffinchs, bramblings, great tits, coal tits, sparrows, siskins, greenfinches, etc.
I am not really a bird watcher, but this is the place to come if you like that kind of thing.
I have a dog sighing on the sofa. He doesn't understand why I 'd prefer to read a book, or even watch the golf, of a cold grey wet July day. So I guess we'll go trudge around in the rain again. I can't think of somewhere new to go (I spent a little time looking at the map).