FORAGE

 

 Flowering pussy willow tree (close-up).
An energy around the reserve, with a colder wind and changes in the birds.

Hastily-written field notes, shortly after two microphones were left amongst blackberry and dog rose (a transitional point for smaller bird species between coppiced willow and scrub).

I had been trying to record long-tailed tits for six months at the reserve, and on this blustery autumn day I found them, moving as a family through the bushes: tiny, delicate baubles, buffeted as they foraged.