Still no swallows.
Avian action, and a rare visitor.
Mobbing, molluscs, and foraging.
My great-niece admires some goldfinches, and our first ever garden mustelid!
Fledglings, a cloud-sea, and a spectacular sunset.
Logging the dawn chorus.
August on the Dee Marshes and the Pennine Moors, including encounters with a bolshie pheasant, a practising peregrine, and a flirty wheatear.