Woodpecker and Bluetits

Woodpecker

Tuesday 16 November, and the burial ground was covered with a soft layer of white hoar frost in the early morning.  By eleven, much of the surrounding countryside was still lost in a white cold mist, but the sun was shining over Tysoe and the ice had melted from all but the shadiest places.  With a glorious blue sky, a few slow small tufts of white cloud, the reflections on the lake lifted the spirits.  It was a beautiful English day, with the first real sense of winter.  Around the hedges the rose hips are still abundant, as are the smoky indigo sloes on the blackthorn.

And for the first time at Sun Rising we saw a spotted woodpecker.  We have often heard the green woodpecker, laughing in the trees, but seldom seen it.  Today this bright soul flew down to the birdfeeder from the nearby ash trees, scaring away the little blue tits if only for a minute.

Woodpecker and Bluetits

The spotted woodpecker flies in and frightens off the little blue tits