Lying in bed early morning, drinking a cup of tea, I heard a small flock of Mute Swans go over the garden. Had I been more awake, I’d have realised they would have been a garden tick (hard to believe) and I’d have bothered to look out of the window!
Later at Fowlmere, a Nuthatch was calling, but could not be seen. The second missed tick of the day.
