Sitting outside the Tynllidiart in Capel Bangor, 5 swifts flew around for quite a while. At one point, they actually screeched. One was reminded of Ted Hughes's poem Swifts, in which he expresses his delight at these wonderful birds arriving back after their long migration.
Yesterday, we saw 60 Manx Shearwaters pass Borth in a 3 minute stop, together with diving gannets, and then up Foel Fawr, saw our first 2 swifts followed by hearing amd seeing a cuckoo.
Crab Thermidor and Lobster and Prawn Risotto on the specials board in the Tyn tonight, but we resisted. Hope to see everyone at the dawn chorus Saturday.