A dangerous incident was narrowly averted early this morning when a sleepy postman almost walked headlong in to an on-rushing Sparrowhawk in a foggy cul de sac. Fortuneately, one of the creatures was alert and agile in both body and mind(alas, not the postie) and took the appropriate evasive action. Judging by its size and the whiff of its aftershave as it shot past by my left nostril I would say it was a male.
When the sun broke through later numerous Chiffchaffs were to be heard singing (Brynhoffnant/Sarnau/Penbryn). 250 Golden Plovers were still lingering in the fields at Brynhoffnant.