April in a British bluebell woodland is just a treat! The woodland floor is carpted with a sea of intense deep blue and the heady scent of thousands upon thousands of bluebells wafts by on the warm spring breeze mixed with a chorus of chaffinch and the newly arrived chiffchaff belting out his incesant song...
Ok, so I was another year older today and to comiserate celebrate I headed off to the Dales with the family for lunch at The Angel pub, Hetton. Before we hit the food, we had a short walk around Janet’s Foss near Malham and it was nice to see so many wild flowers blooming in...
My friend Ian Newton invited me over to a small woodland near York where he was helping run a feeding station to attract redpolls as part of a study being conducted by a local birder. The niger seed feeders were attracting stacks of coal tits, blue tits and marsh tits, a species we don’t get...
