The birds are singing in Finemere Wood. Enchantingly beautiful, each species has an aria of its own, their songs can be powerfully uplifting for human souls.
I, for one, am a novice who struggles with identifying birdsong, but it is a skill I keenly pursue. In the depths of a wood it can be challenging to spot birds and yet they can often be heard.
And so, amidst this opera of nature, the venturesome volunteers continued with the spring task of fencing in the newly scalloped edges of the woodland rides.
Whilst the team transported cumbersome fence panels to areas of need, one volunteer slipped away to play with his new toy. A talented photographer with an impressive array of photographic equipment, he now has a recording device and so set about capturing birdsong.
Mischievous by nature, it was not only birdsong which was recorded, he was also spotted tapping into the ramblings of the labourers.