Had a dreadful trip to Barnes yesterday (BLOODY railways! Three hours to get there from Gatwick) and both warblers and the greater and lesser screaming infants were out. Why do people take a child in a pram into a "silence please" hide? Why do adults with no fucking interest in birds have to come in to continue their shouted fucking conversations? Anyway...
I managed to spot this year's first record of a ringed plover as it flew in. One happy little vole swimming around, a couple of kingfishers, redshanks, three little egrets and the usual mix of ducks. Some sand martins and swallows as well. Warblers: Cetti's singing everywhere, and one or two were visible. Got very good views of a male blackcap, lots of chiffchaffs (not singing), willow warblers (singing) and garden warblers (seen and heard). I got chatting with a woman who wanted to know how to tell some of the songs apart, and I had just described how to tell garden from blackcap when I heard the song.
"That's a blackcap" I said, and she started to laugh, before showing me her phone, where she had an app... which was playing a blackcap song. Well, I got it right!