Those of you that know me (or my wife and son) might appreciate the title of this (very short) post this morning.

Those that don't will not "get" the title at all...

I drove all of one and a half miles (maybe two I guess) around the extreme northern edge (where we live) of Bracknell at dawn this morning to see if I could see the local (and growing) waxwing visitors which seem to like our favourite local boozer.

These Scandinavian visitors have been chowing down on roadside-rose hips all week in the rain.

Well... found them I did (after a few circuits) and counted them too, I did.

Easily the most waxwings I've ever seen at one time - and a very apt number also..

Seventy-one.  I have TWO reasons why that number is particularly apt for me and my wife and son share one of those with me.

(Count them if you like.... but to save you the bother, I counted them in photoshop... Seventy-one there are).

Maybe when we go shopping later (weekly trudge round the supermarket made bearable only by the peregrines perched overhead on the disused office block), the three of us together can see these waxwings. Then, if my son decides he likes wildlife (and birds) as he grows up, I can tell him that he's already seen waxwings in his home town.... when he was but a month old.

Lucky fella.... it only took me 40 odd years!