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Four seasons in one day

When I set off the sky was black, the wind blowing, and it was raining. Every now and again a lone snowflake floated down past my nose, hinting at worse weather to come. Then suddenly the sun broke through, shone on the Armageddon clouds and seemed to chase them away in a matter of moments. I was walking in bright sunshine!

As if to celebrate with me the change in the weather, the Kingfisher was waiting for me. I watched it get three silver fish, almost certainly Sticklebacks, though I couldn’t certain as I didn’t have a proper look at them. It had dived four times, but come up empty-handed (or beaked) the second time, proving that even the best of us are fallible.

Generally when I’ve seen the Kingfisher it has liked to stay on one or two branches at most. But today it was constantly moving, its brilliant blue back flashing in the sunlight. At one point it even hovered like a Hummingbird, its wings moving so quickly they were virtually invisible.

A couple of the Moorhens are out as well, sedately swimming just on the far edge of Henbury Pond, which has become my favourite part of the park (though that changes a lot).

As we moved on, I noticed – disaster – one of the trees that lines the main path to the car park has fallen down. The roots are all snapped, though it’s probable it fell down because the ground is so boggy at the moment.

A fallen tree is a sad sight. But one of the great things about how Highbury Park is managed is the policy of not really doing anything to the trees when they fall, unless they are causing a danger or are in the way. Hopefully, that is what will happen in this case, and it will be allowed to rot in its own time, providing cover (and food) for birds, animals, and insects alike.

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