Reed Bunting – forty years ago in my nature notebooks
I’m en-route across the country when I decide to stop at RSPB Otmoor. It’s such a bright day that the sky is a glorious shade of blue. In the trees I see a flock of Reed Buntings. As a child they were strange and exotic to me because they weren’t … Continue reading Reed Bunting – forty years ago in my nature notebooks
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