As we were waiting for the Great Grey Shrike to show last month I could hear Woodlarks singing in the distance. I couldn’t quite believe it when another flew from the opposite end of the heath and landed on the branch of the tree just a few feet in front of us. How lucky is that. It then started to sing in reply completely oblivious to clicking shutters. It stopped there quite a while before being flushed by a dog walker and flying off in the direction of its rival.
Letter From Norfolk 
Another beautiful photo, 😀👍
Thank you Ross. We were deep in conversation when it flew up from the heath and towards us – just lucky.