Born to be Tired

This morning saw a lone ringer at work at Cardiff Bay, finishing with the details of 31 birds in his notebook. Despite the abnormal solitude of the morning’s activities he did enjoy the sight and sounds of several dozen swifts, martins and a few swallows, as well as looking fondly on a family of swans. He now sits at his desk, fighting heavy eyelids, and drinking enough coffee to stimulate the whole of Belgium.