Right at the back of Foel Fawr, two ring ouzels flew into a prominent 'bush' of well-berried ivy among the rocks around 11 this morning. One disappeared, but the other one gave us some good views including he or she eating berries. This was from looking back at where the road meets the gate.
We had also had heard and then saw a cuckoo earlier and a whinchat later. A wood warbler trilled down in the valley.