Get up, in the dark, put bird food out, go to work. Watch gulls at lunchtime. Come home, in the dark, bird food gone. Repeat five times a week until March. On a Saturday though, I can actually get to see the birds that have snuffled those parts of the fatty feast that the bastard squirrels haven’t got to. Tits and sparrows in the main and this week a Great Spot has put in a violent appearance. Blackbirds too. The zeitgeist would have you believe that we are swamped with continental Blackbirds, egged on by Springautumnwatch if I remember correctly. This is what you might see.
It is a first winter male and was probably raised in them there woods. It is not anything more exotic than that.
There seems to be a tendency to try and squeak out rare morphs or races out of common birds (and I may have made this point before) and I think that this particular one is going to be more commonly claimed but generally it can only be definitively identified in the hand so I’m told. So anyone that is claiming one in the field should be looked at with suspicion. I know that this is not a finnish bird because I scoped it and saw the brown on the wings. Yes, I trained a telescope on a Blackbird in the garden for fun. When was the last time you did that?