Nissen Hut Wren

I was out and about early enough this May Day to wash my face in the morning dew. I should have done as when I looked in the mirror a yellow pimple had sprouted on the scar where the cormorant I cuddled a few months back pecked me.

The bright weather and beautiful blue sky was a was a real surprise but it's still cold. This wren was scolding me from above the Nissen hut while I was standing by the farm shooting jackdaws. I got some nice shots of goldcrests in the field maples by the lake. Sad goose is back without its new friend.

Baby backdoor Blackie, which fledged with a sibling right into my face when I peered into the nest, is getting bolder and looking very speckled and thrush-like. It has two tiny strands of fluff left on top of its head and gives its position away by cheeping, chirping and chortling.