Daffodil yellow is no longer the predominant colour around now, it has been replaced by the blues and whites of Comfrey, Wild Garlic, burgeoning Cow Parsley, complimented with the blue and white with the occasional pink bluebells.
Whilst tree gazing it occurred to me that I never see Oak blossom, and acorns must come from somewhere. After a recent hefty gale the mystery was uncovered, the flowers hide and hang under the new budding leaves .
The Blue tits have been very low key for a week or two so must have been sitting on eggs . Anyway this past week activity in the box is much busier with frequent trips carrying tiny insects.
The thrill of the hunt is very stimulating when trying to identify the song off a bird that you do not hear that often never mind never see. This came together this week when I saw and heard at the same time and I was able to put a name to several previously unidentified recordings including Whitethroat, Willow Warbler and Nuthatch. It is just a shame photographing them is so much more problematic.
The 2 projects are slowly gathering momentum. The woodland study is progressing at a faster pace as the season gathers speed and woods evolve.
Both visual and audio recording are slowly accumulating with a peek episode of audio recording around International Dawn Chorus Day 6th/7th May. See link for results : SOUNDCAMP
'Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May ', Shakespeare Sonnets.
* Swifts have arrived in their hundreds dead on time on 6th May, all is still working with the planet..