Ready for their close-up
Four sharp ‘pinks’ from a blackbird and she froze, ears strained, tongue flashing across her nose. Then she was off. A minute later an unfamiliar man lumbered into view, trampling clumsily through the thick bankside grass. The nearest footpath was a few hundred yards away.
It was one of the more eventful — and frustrating — clips I’d viewed on my phone at the breakfast table, morning coffee in hand. While eating my first round of toast, I’d enjoyed watching a green woodpecker pecking about in the bare earth at the base of an old hawthorn. Badgers, hares, grey squirrels, a fox, a roebuck and several muntjac had also made an appearance — all in that same
