On a sunny Easter Saturday here;s a European Larch, Larix decidua, with an abundance of flowers. A leaf bud bursts to reveal fresh green needles, behind it a crimson female flower. To the left of the twig, the smaller, greenish male flower. The larch is thick with pine cones from last summer, and possibly from two summers past. The light is perfect so I show the detail of larch flowers, and their distribution in the tree.
I'd been listening for wheatear but the last bird of the day took me by surprise. I heard the explosive sneeze-like call that marsh tit begins with, followed by a rapid, monotonous call. The black crown extends down to the mantle and there's a pale spot on the upper mandible both are diagnostic, neither shows because of the bird's stance and I'm photographing into the sun. The quest is for the perfect image and , like the Holy Grail, it will always be elusive.
I hear that numbers of swallows are making landfall in the South West of England.