The Jackdaws nesting in the trees next to my drive certainly collect a variety of objects which they feel should adorn their nest many of which finish up on the ground or on my car. Initially it's all sticks and then horse dung is added presumably as a lining before the 'object de art' start appearing. A favourite are flattened tin cans and plastic trims with bits of netting but also an old belt, syringe, clothes peg and the skull of young Jackdaw presumably from last years brood.
Unfortunately man has a similar habit of dropping rubbish but not so innocently and the second case of fly tipping on the Carr in as many weeks turned up in Mr Pringles field as had the first. I met him this morning and in between many words beginning with f and b I got the impression the culprit would be in danger of his losing his life if caught and quite right too.
The first Whitethroat sang this morning along with many Willow Warblers, a couple of Grasshopper Warblers but no Sedgies as yet. The Curlew flock broke up in the week and from the plaintiff calls from the edges of some fields some pairs have remained to breed. The Golden Plover have moved on with this years gathering being poor in comparison to previous years not really exceeding a hundred or so at peak.