As we started walking along the old woodland, originally belonging to medieval castle Cronesteyn, a blackcap sang.
In a ditch, a gadwall duck couple.
In a schoolchildren’s garden, plastic bottles protected plants from being eaten by pheasants.
A greenfinch singing.
Bishop’s weed flowering.
A chiffchaff on a tree.
After some years of absence due to harsh winters, this year fortunately there is a kingfisher nest again.
Black-tailed godwit, redshank and northern lapwing nest year after year on the meadows.
On the other side of…
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