IT was bitter out today, as spring struggled to get a hold. I saw a large flock of fieldfares and redwings bunny hopping from field to field, joined by chattering starlings. However the native birds were singing and I heard my first chiff-chaffs too. My hunt for wheatears was unsuccessful, but there was delight in a large flock of sand martins over the Somerset Levels reedbeds. Other highlights were the squealing water rails, the coughing bitterns and the complaining little grebes. I did not spend long out - but it was worth the effort.
Here's a record shot of a sand martin: