The cold spring winds managed to kill off a few of the garden plants and stunted the growth of several trees here at Falcon Cottage. At the top of the field there’s an area of gorse that too has succumbed on its eastern face.
In a brisk south westerly the other morning that side of the gorse was sheltered and in the bright sunshine one or two insects were coming out to play. Two Willow Warblers were making the most of the shelter and food on offer. Feeding up for their next leg of migration north they were totally oblivious to my presence as I crouched low. I waited for them to come my way. The subtlety of plumage tones on all of the Phylloscopus Warblers is very beautiful. What at first sight appear to be plain little brown jobs transform into a league of their own when bathed in a little sun.
Letter From Norfolk 