Scare fails to knock us off course

I REGRET to say that I cannot tell my readers much about Irish bird activity this week other than what I can see in my garden or from the windows of the car parked alongside the bay.

I cannot, for instance, walk to the lonely cove where the ravens nest each year, although it is only 10 minutes from home.

The reason is a torn achilles tendon sustained while legging it after a thief through the midnight streets of Havana, Cuba. Most folk in their right mind wouldn’t have done this but what is one’s right mind?, I ask.