Well, it's early March, and thanks to Global Warming all the early migrant birds have been blown back to Africa, and all we've got here are several million, and possibly more, Black-Headed Gulls. The Reed Buntings occasionally risk an appearance, and we've got a couple of ducks (Mallard, one of each) who have been trying land for 2 days now but keep getting caught in a strong updraught.
Because of our location, atop an escarpment overlooking the future Anglian Sea, we catch a lot of wind, mostly due to there being no-one else to the North or West to do so for us. Obviously it's a bit worse currently than normal, but it's been a bit hefty round 'ere on & off for several weeks. But then not as bad as elsewhere along the Southern & South Western coasts, so we're not complaining.
Our 'Lawn', familiar to many visitors, has now been ploughed up. This has much delighted the aforementioned gulls who have managed to strip most of the worms, and because there has been several trillion of them, the normally very defensive Buzzards have seemingly left them alone, although this maybe because the Buzzards have been blown on an extended glide to somewhere just beyond Pluto. If I can ever open the door against the wind I'll let you know.
Still, we can all be thankful that it would be a lot worse if it wasn't for all the sterling work being done to raise taxes in order to reverse global warming. I don't know how it works, but it does. I've been told so. Oh yes.
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