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.