Wollaton Park
Soon the floor of the wood will be carpeted in bluebells.
Foul weather earlier in the day kept me indoors. During a break in the clouds I decided to have a couple of hours here. Some people think birding is a cissies game. Well when you're stood amongst ancient, rotten trees in a 50mph wind its no place for footballers I can tell you. I'd entered some rhododendrons by the very narrowest of paths and had a Chiffchaff in my goggles. The bird hopped from branch to branch towards me until it was directly above my nose. No I hadn't brought my camera, will I ever learn! Anyway it was right above me when an almighty crack scared both the bird and myself. A tree trunk as thick as a telegraph pole and nearly as long had crashed to the ground right on the path I'd just covered. It wouldn't have been a nurofen job either, more like an undertakers! Yes we birders are a tough lot. Unfazed I pressed on, twitching nervously at every snap of a twig underfoot. I can't remember the last time I saw a woodpecker here of any type. I''d had my couple of hours and there wasn't much about so I left while I'd stll got all my body parts joined together.
View across the small reedbed towards the boathouse
Chiffchaff, Coal Tit, Nuthatch, Wren, Lesser Blackbacked Gull.
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