The day after New Years Day is traditionally a blue day. Festivities are over, decorations look sad and the turkey curry is finished! A friend, who was staying over at Bard Towers, admitted that despite being a card-carrying member of a well-known avian organisation, he’d never visited their headquarters or nature reserve. Desperate to ward off post-holiday blues we joined a gaggle of khaki-clad and binocular festooned Kevins on a mission…

On the Sandy Ridge close to Biggleswade
On the trail of the lonesome pine,
Tony’s twitching for birds that are fine,
Of which there is no sign!
No birds (only tits that are blue),
Like the pine, lonesome and few!
On the Sandy Ridge close to Biggleswade
On the trail of the lonesome pine,
With sincere apologies to lyricist Ballard Macdonald and comedian/singers Laurel and Hardy whose rendition of ‘On the Trail of the Lonesome Pine’ reached number two in the charts in the seventies only to be held off the top spot by Queen’s ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’.

May I someday be forgiven!

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