Today I gone all up the Farlington Marshes. It was a boil-in-the-bag day. I seen all these boil-in-the-bag birds.
The Boil-In-The-Bag bird family is my faves. I wish it were more reality.
I also seen a thing I think was a chaffinch but I ain’t entirely convinced. It was hanging out with a meadow pipit. They seemed to be firm friends. They looked like they probably smoke pipes together while commenting on current naturey events. In a witty way. Like “I say, Mr Meadow Pipit, old bean, have you seen the new children on the reserve; they all smell of egg!” “Ha ha ha! That is very witty Mr Probably A Chaffinch, because they do. They all smell of egg. Ha ha ha!”. That sort of thing.
(Edit: The wonderful Wanstead Birder pointed out that the chaffinch is a linnet. Silly me. I done a bird wrong, innit.)
Then I seen other things. Things you wouldn’t believe. Unless you are also to do birds. Here are pictures.