Singing Chiffchaffs and other Spring features

Up and about early this morning, leaving the house on foot just after 7 to take in the patch. Highlights were 2 singing Chiffchaff, 1 near the pub and another in the scrub. I would presume these are resident birds that have been hiding throughout the Winter, but the warm air mass and records of Grasshopper Warbler and Wheatear further north may suggest otherwise. Joining the chorus were Reed Bunting, Cettis's Warbler and Skylark. A male Sparrowhawk cruised across the grazing meadow. Kingfisher and Green Sandpiper on the flash at Wood's End were the best of the rest.
On returning to the house, Small Tortoiseshell and Brimstone Butterflies had been encouraged by the balmy temperatures and were inspecting the heather I had planted yesterday.

This afternoon I got the itch to be out again, so popped to Wheatfen for an hour. a Common Buzzard was displaying over the wood, and although the Woodpeckers I had hoped to see were quiet, I did happen upon to basking Grass Snake. I finally caught up with the resident Nuthatch too, a fine sight to see as it stalked a Silver Birch. I chatted to a nice couple in the carpark who informed me of a South Yare Wildlife group talk on Bees, I shall make an effort to attend this seeing as Bees are a bit of a target this year.

Determined to catch up with some Woodpeckers, I drove to Wood's End. Passing the Water's Edge, it could so easily have been a mid-summer's day, folk out on the decking enjoying a drink. I followed a footpath and saw both Green and Great-spotted Woodpeckers. The Butterfly list also increased, Peacock and Comma on the wing now.

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