A Birders Guide To Challow.

I have now walked through, round, over, and under East Challow. I have even entered the Churchyard, incidentally the very churchyard where my Grandmother and Grandfather on my Fathers side were married either the late 1800s or early 1900s coincidentally her christian name was Rose but that's where the similarity ends for I know where my Granny is now resting but I have no idea where the elusive Starling is. My walking of East Challow means that if a tourist guide of the village is needed , well here I am, having peered in peoples gardens become somewhat intimate in my conversations with the locals and taken in anything of interest and after arriving at 6.30 am put myself in the position of being labelled "A Peeping Tom"  as I scoured local rooftops for some action, no, no, no ! not that type of action, for the half naked or even naked human form cannot compare with the pinky hues of the Starling and the emotional release that I would have experienced upon locating the blessed bird, but alas its doesn't seem likely to happen now , for I fear its encounter with the Hobby has quite possibly moved it on.

A photo of 'ordinary' if declining Starlings taken in East Challow.