Birds of prey dreaming of earlier beginnings in better times, and they are few and far, only the Summer glow remains, there is no dawn chorus, there are the calls of Gulls from range to range. Italy is a world away, between the showers some tweets yield small groupings. It will be cold. I have not seen Cormorants for some time the odd distant flight across the Hoe thats it. We shall have to get out more.