It didn't take much to get me down there on my bike shortly afterwards on a bright day chilled by an unpleasantly sharp eastern wind. I scanned all the alder along the river, all the other trees, and there were neither siskin nor egret on view anywhere. Typical!
However, I wasn't going to waste the day, and the sound of so many birds in that woodland had me craning my head around like the proverbial wryneck. As seems so often to be the case, the monotonous two tone car alarm call of a great tit was the dominant call, but every so often a robin would blast out a call from a nearby branch, and blackbirds were crashing about in the undergrowth, throwing leaves around.
Unlike my garden at dawn, they weren't chasing each other around like maniacs, but these blackbirds too want to put a show on. The ones I snapped today were bright of eye and immaculate of plumage, and one of them was extremely proud of the big worm he pulled out of the ground.
So, didn't see the star attractions, but the supporting cast were looking good.
All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 16.03.16
|Under the picnic table|
|Then on top|
|Fluffy watcher of the watcher|
|Great tit looking good|
|Throwing the leaves around|