Song Thrush

Red Shoot Wood is filled with the most exquisite bird song as individuals and couples compete to be heard.  A wood peckers repetitive drilling sounds out from a high bough in a mighty Oak; as I approach it  takes flight deeper into the woodland; it's a 'Spotted Woodpecker', great or lesser I can't tell.  I stop a while and take in the sounds in the bright spring sun. The trees are old and gnarly, misshaped by time and elements, some more shell than solid tree, with hollow hearts and yet still foliage in their crowns.  Age and size range of trees is wide ranging, self seeded young and adolescent to the mature,  some must be 4 or 5 m in circumference, history trees. A sense of permanence, of place and of timelessness is tangible in these woods, their form and shapes created by nature...a 'Wild Wood'.   A 'Song Thrush' egg has hatched, the first egg I've seen this year; its colour vivid compared withe faded hues of its surroundings.