Fairly close to good for strolling: dappled shade in woodland this morning on the Kingfisher Bridge chook reserve close to Ely:

A chaffinch and wren had been serenading me after I took the photograph. Shortly afterwards, a whitethroat fortunately hopped round a tree while singing its head off to promote its presence, and just a bit additional on what seemed like very just lately fledged long-tailed tits flocked as a household in the way in which they all the time do – within the considerably complicated plumage of their youth, however with the so distinctive define already there to assist identification. We noticed nobody else on this complete stroll across the again of the reserve. The world was lacking out.