
I think this is a pipit, but I am not sure which type (tree or meadow), or it could be a lark. As it chose to pose on a tree above the misty Sherwell Valley and it is singing its heart out I think it must be a tree pipit.






wrens don't usually come this close, but this one was very keen to watch the compost being turned over.










this bird, sat on the top of a gorse bush, singing its heart out would do for either a stone or whinchat, but I guess it must be a whinchat. If you wonder why it is hard to get better pictures, spot the same bird in the picture below. It is a demonstration of how good the Nikon 18-200mm VR lens is.



in the sunny clearings in the wood the beautiful and subtle tones of bitter vetch stand out like beacons, the cowwheat is already out. Let's hope the heath fritillary returns



