A feather in my Blackcap
There was a sudden rustle beside me, then a flurry as a small bird exploded from its cover among the reeds by the side of the path on which I was walking. I froze, camera at the ready, and followed its trajectory onto a nearby tree.
Clearly it was a juvenile. That much was obvious from not just its small stature and slender frame, but the fact it was now waiting patiently in the tree, giving a little call. It was silhouetted, but I decided to take a photo anyway, hoping to be able to identify it later. A quick press of the shutter, and voila! I’d got it. I was about to take a second, just to be sure, when I noticed the adult join it, and proffer an insect. As the youngster leaned forward and took it, I quickly captured the image on my camera.
Only once at home did I take a closer look and realise that I had snapped two Blackcaps. I’m so pleased – if you remember, I was saying earlier in the year that I kept seeing Blackcaps but never managing to get a shot. Now I have two!
Oh, and while I remember, I must mention that while I was away this week, the Canada Geese decided to up sticks and move on. The breeding pair did a fantastic job raising their seven goslings.