Spoiler: the birds of Lincolnshire were fairly disappointing, though I still saw plenty. I think several factors contributed to that scenario: the time of year (late July when fewer birds are singing because they're raising families), a weeks-long drought, and monoculture crops - vast fields of wheat with nothing else for miles. My best observations were around water. I didn't get to see or hear Tawny owl, Skylark, Nightingale, or Cuckoo. It worries me that these ubiquitous birds of song and poetry are just not around, and we were in a quite rural area where I thought there would be more to see and hear. I really wanted to a Cuckoo herald the summer, as the old, old song says.
And I did get to see a juvenile Grey Partridge, though disappointingly it was not in a pear tree...
In Lincoln Cathedral, there are plenty of birds and other critters, both real and fantastic. I enjoyed hanging out with this little carved wooden owl in the 14th-century choir stalls as we sang evensong every day.
More to come.