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Birdwatcher’s Diary No.86

By Malcolm Fincham The enjoyment and good fortune of a continuing spell dry weather and sunny days turned to thoughts of sadness for me. News of a devastating heathland fire…

Swan Lock – Photo feature

Photography by Malcolm Fincham Swanning about in Guildford is no joke when it’s spring time and a cob’s fancy turns to raising a family. The big question is where to…

Birdwatcher’s Diary No.85

By Malcolm Fincham With my best lens taking a tumble, things were looking grim. Hampered by my misfortunes, I continued my quest to bring up-to-date photos for my latest report.…

Birdwatcher’s Diary No.84

By Malcolm Fincham With a cool northerly wind blowing across the UK on March 19, it was time for a trip down the A3 to Farlington Marshes near Portsmouth. This turned out…

Birdwatcher’s Diary No.83

By Malcolm Fincham With the first meteorological day of spring starting on March 1 coinciding with my first sighting of a red admiral butterfly in my garden, things started to look…

Birdwatcher’s Diary No.82

By Malcolm Fincham Catching up on recent sightings, and briefly passing the time of day with a number of regular dog walkers and casual observers, I walked my local patch…

Birdwatcher’s Diary No.81

By Malcolm Fincham “Look at all those seagulls” is a comment often made and often deliberately proclaimed by members of my family to bug me. Trying not to sound too…

Birdwatcher’s Diary No.80

By Malcolm Fincham Taking advantage of a dry spell of weather, I spent some time enjoying a few pleasant days of sunshine during the last weeks of January around the…

Birdwatcher’s Diary No.79

By Malcolm Fincham Recalling last winter’s floods, it was certainly easier to start 2015 with a much drier walk on my annual new year’s visit to Stoke Nature Reserve. This time, however, I…

Birdwatcher’s Diary No.78

By Malcolm Fincham Restricted by ongoing Christmas festivities and family entertainment (although most enjoyable) I began to feel rather claustrophobic. Itching to see what was going on beyond my doorstep…