A few older ones from Wales, but I'll start with a few from this morning.
We've had a lot of pollution recently hanging in the air, coming from Europe, and in that general direction. Coupled with the fog, it doesn't make for ideal conditions for pictures.
First up is lifer for me. A Dartford Warbler.
The same bird that Trevor featured in his blog a little while ago.
It seems this bird has been here all through the winter, and calling every day, in the vain hope of finding a mate.
Sadly, so far, he's been out of luck.
A quick visit first thing though, to Woburn Deer Park, produced a couple more birds for the annual 'tick' list.
A pair of Black Swans, have managed five healthy looking cygnets.
I don't think these are on the British List yet, even though they seem to have been breeding successfully for a few years now.
Another bird that took the year list upwards was Mandarin Duck.
Rubbish picture, but good to see a few enjoying the foggy/polluted morning.
And it wouldn't be right not to have at least one deer picture.
Plenty around this morning.
Back to Wales for the rest.
Flint doesn't have a particularly good reputation for some reason; but I rather like it there.
Across the Dee from Flint.
There's a beauty in everything, and everywhere; if you take the time to look.
There's a place near Conwy, on the north coast, that is famous for its Hawfinch.
I visited there early one morning. It's called Caerhun Church, down a very narrow track, off a minor road.
Despite looking, I couldn't find any Hawfinch though. Maybe another visit is required.
Still on the north coast, and when there was some welcome sun, three shots of three different birds.
Little Egret. This one had a couple of rings. I must get round to finding out some history of this bird.
A bargain next.
Purple Sandpiper on the rocks, with four Turnstone.
Last one from February, is this young Kestrel that was around the cottage where I was staying.
A couple of birds from March next.
Yellowhammer. Fortunate to see anything up to a dozen of these around the cottage.
Reed Bunting, foraging on the beach at Talacre.
And I'll finish with an all too brief encounter with a Hare that I had one morning.
He starts to come towards me under the fence, unaware of my presence. It had been snowing a little too.
Suddenly he stops dead. I've been spotted.
Then he's off!!
And so am I. Probably too many pictures, but never mind.
Enjoy your weekend.