Thirty days, thirty 30-second sound bites.
Only fitting that the last recording for 30 Days Wild should be The Marriott’s Way, that has featured so much in the past month. I think all the birds came out to sing.
The penultimate day and the Song Thrush is still at it.
Haiku for Day 28
I decided to walk home in the rain. I got drenched. Best 30 Days Wild day ever.
A solo performance from a chaffinch.
Standing under a bridge as the Bure Valley Railway passes over head.