Despite ongoing miserable weather, the grey partridges are doing very well indeed. Touch wood, all are still alive and kicking, and their breasts seem greyer every single day. Some are even starting to grow the classic horseshoe markings, and their calls are getting more substantial than the conversational clucking which was all they were up to when they first arrived.
It’s easy to see why people love these birds so much, and I must admit that I’m getting very attached to them.
Bog Myrtle & Peat 