The robin once again chipping and singing ahead of the rising son. #FirstBirdofMyDay

The robin once again chipping and singing ahead of the rising son. #FirstBirdofMyDay
The magpie family, a currawong and the red wattlebird all in attendance in the kitchen garden. Johnny’s out there with crusts and bacon scraps currying favour with all and sundry🥴 #firstbirdofmyday #whatsyours
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A great tit, furtive and stealthy, prospecting in a laurel bush
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A crow on a telephone pole and a gull over the coastal path and what's that over the farmer's fields? Corvids galore! Rooks (snap!), crows and jackdaws all took to the air at the same time.
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First birds of my day: a charm of nine Goldfinch swirling around above my head in the clear, chilly blue sky, while 15 Starling whistle-squeaked from St Barney's Church.
Quiet chit chat amongst the sparrows , all very still in the avian world this morning #firstbirdofmyday
First bird of my day: the rooks. Alllll the rooks. #firstbirdofmyday #whatsyours
#FirstBirdOfMyDay: A mourning dove flying up, up, and away from me. I startled their partner, too, a few seconds later. Same result.
#firstbirdofmyday here in Orono Maine: black-capped chickadee at the feeder. Jim👋😊
Moin.
Sleep wasn't well and I got things to do. Feeling overwhelmed, today. Still taking it one breath at a time.
#FirstBirdOfMyDay was one of a small group of blue titmice. But the crows are chatty, too.
How are you?
First bird of my day: a skein of geese flying overhead in the misty valley as I make my way to work. #Firstbirdofmyday
First birds of my day: a squabble* of fifteen Starling whistle-squeaking from the steeple of St Barney's clock tower, despite the torrential rain.
(*My choice of collective noun for Starlings who often sound like they're squabbling.)
#firstbirdofmyday a wren alone in the garden on a cloudy morning
#FirstBirdOfMyDay: a skein of Canada Geese noisily overhead on a very blustery morning
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Feral pigeons hunched on slate roofs slick with rain
A gull, probably herring, gliding towards the sea. As it passed the houses a gust of wind buffeted it but it expertly adjusted its wings without a flap and continued on its course. #FirstBirdOfMyDay
Quiet hear and then the rattle of a magpie #firstbirdofmyday