After the dawn chorus, I head for the patch where I know I'll find linnet and redpoll singing and displaying. Early morning is magic. There is nothing but birdsong. Where juniper and gorse grows thick the scrub is alive with breeding birds. Adders breed here too, and as temperatures soar this week conditions will suit them. A warm wind is the sensation of the morning, that and linnet. The cuckoo is calling and I find him in a distant tree.
I knew I’d photographed lesser redpoll but wanted the ID confirmed. So I emailed an image to a Natural England friend who consulted a birder expert. As always, their ID comes with a focus on specifics. It’s an exactitude I like well. My thanks to them.
My collection is my photo archive. It’s a way of seeing. I’ve already spent hours contemplating that lesser redpoll, studying the bird, intent on returning to improve the image. The quest for the perfect photograph will go on.
For me, it's about the experience. The sensational morning is so much more than any single image. And it's cumulative, this intimate acquaintance with the ecology of the place.