Here's a few photos I took at Silverwood last week.
Gorse in flower |
The birds are still singing, and the trees hum with the sound of blue and great tit families moving through, looking for food to feed their newly-fledged young. Skylarks still sing their bubbling song from high up in the sky, and wrens throw their trilling song out of bushes as you walk past.
I found the egg shells above on the ground, just out of the long grass. It's likely they came from the nest of a ground-nesting bird such as a pipit or skylark, but I'm no expert. Speaking of meadow pipits:
My first mipit. Very happy |
Mipit |
Plenty of this about at the moment:
Cuckoo spit |
And several of these. I was under the false impression that fungi only appeared in autumn, but I will be keeping my eyes peeled from now on:
I also found one of these: a lesser-spotted Sybil.