loving a tree in Blean Woods over Easter which was once a celebration of Eostre, a goddess for the spring.
A new year dawns and I bag a new bird for me. A lesser spotted woodpecker, chequer backed and rosy hued. A tiny, flit of a bird, looking no bigger than a sparrow. I got it by not running around The Blean in a bird watching frenzy but by sitting and waiting and eating satsumas.