Roosts....

Funny how things happen. Wanted to see a mistle thrush today. Heard one singing in the gloom this morning but when I stopped to listen, so did the 'stormcock'. Caught a glimpse of one from the car on Watford Heath on the way home...clear, but fleeting. Then this evening, getting back in the car at Wilstone and I saw a flutter of beige wings. A little owl...? I strolled over to the spot and there was the most magnificent mistle thrush, with a chest spotted with markings like dark chocolate chips and just simmering with territorial aggression and confidence....love it.