The birds were great, of course, but one of my abiding memories was driving from Portland, past Abbotsbury towards Bridport along the coast road with a strong south westerly flattening the lush grass and stunted hawthorns, and looking back at the majesty of Chesil Bank and Portland jutting out into the English Channel against foaming seas and azure skies. A magical image, of which I was reminded today as I returned to Portland for another Rosy Starling, on another rooftop, on another housing estate. Not quite as poetic as the coast road, but a happy memory anyway!
|Juvenile Rose-coloured Starling|
|The bird was below a high wall feeding on breadcrumbs when I arrived...|
|...but eventually did the decent thing and perched up on a photogenic shed|
|Starling for comparison|