Team Sky
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Most people are unaware that one of the wonders of nature is going on above their heads - quite possibly at this very moment. Bird Migration. I’ve never grown out of the thrill of witnessing migration in progress. I think it started during my wheelchair-bound days - sitting in the garden watching this avian spectacle seemed like a taste of freedom as if a part of me fleetingly hitched a ride. Birds on a long journey…you look up and catch a glimpse. This morning they might have been in Cumbria, they may touch down in Staffordshire. Like a stage of the Tour de France, you are the roadside spectator - the birds are Team Sky. Pink-footed Geese. I had been half expecting the first Pinkfeet of the winter on Thursday - in fact they showed up on Friday There’s the unexpected. Most of what you see are the common birds – Swallows, Pipits, Finches – but you keep on watching, willing the sky to give up rarity - a passing Osprey maybe . Anything can turn up - usually