With revision done and my graphics project up to date I had enough time over the weekend to get outside to do some photography.
In the woods I’ve noticed a melanistic rabbit which I really want to get a decent photo of.
Sat up against a tree waiting for the rabbit to appear I began to notice the bird song around me.
Each bird seems to have a layer within the wood to sing.
At the bottom the Wren hops from fern to fern chirping. Slightly above that is the Goldcrest’s high pitch call. Next the Robin about a metre off the ground and probably level with my head, it does a little squeak each time it hops from a branch down to the floor.
Slightly above that, around the height of the brambles is the Blackbird, who at 3pm is quiet except when disturbed, then it shouts loudly as it disappears in to the undergrowth.
Flitting around on the top layers of the smaller trees, the Blue tits never stop singing. Together with the Great Tits their song fills most of the wood.
In the corner of the wood I can hear the Jackdaws arguing and the soft cooing of distant Stock Doves.
Through the constant noise suddenly comes the loud call of a Green Woodpecker.
The drumming of the Great Spotted Woodpecker travels in from different directions where various males are marking their territories.
In the top most branches the trill song belonging to the flock of Goldfinches drifts down.
Lastly, high overhead the Buzzards and Red Kites call as they soar on the warm thermals, so unusual for February.
While I’m sat listening to the bird song I can feel I’m being watched by a Roe deer and in the end I only managed to catch a glimpse of the black rabbit.

Moth on the tree I was leaning on
There’s not much out there really, in our green and pleasantly managed lands? I jest, of course, but people do need to get out more as you have and sit still or quietly stroll through woodland or the follow the margins of a farmers’ field (with permission of course) and LISTEN! The best woods are often private ones, rarely disturbed by human presence and made use of for shooting rights or similar recreations. In spring and summer, these places resonate to the sounds of hundreds of individual songbirds and can provide me with quite an impressive tick-list. It takes years to pick up on all the calls and songs of both adults and juveniles, but it’s worth starting off with a few familiar types and observing precisely what the bird is doing while emitting said sound. To my mind, the Robin squeak is indicative of a pair currently in nest preparation mode, as might well have been the case with the Blackbirds.
Kind Regards
Tony Powell and naturestimeline
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Everyone needs to make more time to sit and listen
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Lovely account of the birdsong. How big was your moth? I’m puzzling over what he could be.
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It was about 2-3 cm. It was on an oak tree
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Great shots of the roe deer and was immersed into a scene filled with a variety of bird activity and song with your words. Sounded like a lively and fulfilling encounter.
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As I sat in the wood there were a herd of Fallow deer in the meadow, but they didn’t come close enough for a photo.
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Maybe next time eh? I’ve personally had far fewer encounters with roes than fallows.
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I saw a whole herd to fallow deer yesterday.
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What a fantastic time amongst nature. Sounds idyllic. And so wonderful to see the deer. There are black rabbits in my local area too sometimes, though haven’t seen any recently.
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It was a great way to spend a couple of hours
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I enjoyed reading this! How often you go out on a wildlife hunt hoping to find one species and discover something quite different! It was interesting to hear about the birdsong and calls. I know only too well the blackbird’s grumpy call when he is interrupted!
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Thank you. I wish I knew more different birdsongs. There were a few I didn’t recognise. Although Great tits make some really weird sounds.
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