Tree Pipit Monday at dawn found me back at my happy place, the beautiful Wyre Forest. And what a wonderful dawn it was, sunny, bitter cold with a clear sky overhead, a light mist in the valleys and a touch of frost on the ground. It felt for all the world as though I had been spirted to the enchanted elven wood of Lothlórien rather than the English midlands. I love getting to the forest at dawn and being the first car in the car park. The solitude of the first two hours of so in the wood before dog walkers and bikers arrive on mass always has such a positive and uplifting effect on me mentally. My main targets today were the returning Tree Pipits which I had only glimpsed and heard snatches of the previous week. Walking down the forest hill from Hawkbatch I was struck by how noticeably quieter it was compared to the previous week, I guess the cold frosty start to the day had somewhat dampened the spirts of the dawn chorus. Down a...
Pied Flycatcher With a lovely sunny day forecast for this Wednesday I decided to have a long day out searching for migrants. I visited 4 sites, Wyre Forest, Clee Common, Grimley and Cleeve Hill in that order. First stop then was Wyre Forest at dawn. I’ve set myself a little project this spring to visit the Wyre Forest at least once a week during spring to monitor and enjoy the progression of migrants coming in. First in a month or so ago was a big influx of Chiffchaffs going from none to them singing from almost every bush within a week. There was then a bit of a lull until the first Willow Warblers came in around two weeks ago. Today I parked in the Hawkbatch car park and walked slowly through the forest and down the hill towards the brook. It was immediately obvious that the Willow Warblers had arrived on mass since my previous visit a week ago with their characteristic song serenading me as I walked through the forest. My big target today was Pied Flyc...