A cool breeze swept in from the east, rippling the skin of the trout pools , ruffling the hair of riverside willows. Deep down the valley a lone Oystercatcher piped his melancholy salute before following his bright orange beak skywards. Behind this lifescape was layered the drift of a distant Cuckoo, announcing his arrival and sounding a warning to the moor edge Meadow Pipits.
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Mystery of the Nuthatch
Why is he hammering the caterpillars into a pre-drilled hole?
What is the dance he's doing as his mate arrives?
What are those patterns top right of the video?
Lovely and peaceful, just watching is refreshing. Thank you
Thank you so much Geoff. This is good to hear.