I wandered down the footpath towards one of the hides, when I caught a glimpse of a couple of birds fly into the trees ahead. Smallish, and a flash of white, it meant probably only one bird. The Bullfinch. I slowly made my way towards the tree, hoping they’d stay put long enough for a picture. A male and female; and as usual they were buried amongst the branches, making a clear shot and focusing impossible. I crept forward, eventually getting under the tree, and hoping they’d move out from the cover a little.
The male almost obliged.
Still hidden behind some branches, but not so many as to be too distracting. His partner was close by, enjoying the succulent new buds.
No wonder they weren’t popular in orchards years ago, and many were trapped and killed. Even now, although protected under the Wildlife and Countryside Act 1981, under licence, they may be killed (usually by shooting) or taken in cage traps for the purpose of preventing serious damage to the buds of fruit trees.
Well, thankfully they’re safe here.
The male moved from his cover, and then turned his back on me.
Just got back from a very tiring re-hab session at the hospital. Probably done more exercise there in an hour, than I have in the last 50 years! So, I’ll sort out the rest of the pictures from Saturday, and unwind by watching the birds in a snow-covered garden.
Whatever you’re doing; enjoy it.