An early-morning rattle sounded like a Lesser Whitethroat but was followed by (or morphed into) the first Blackcap song I have heard in my little housing estate this year. This afternoon, while walking through the grounds of Gartnaval Hospital, a female Sparrowhawk swept into a tree, then drifted quietly away. Over at Bingham's Pond, a male and female Goosander looked very settled (are they non-breeders or just late migrants?).