Great Spotted Woodpecker.
Sunrise: 08.19 Sunset: 04.01
This little fella was pecking away at the top of the north marsh lightning tree, on the east bank of North Pond. He knew I was waiting at the bottom of the tree for him to look down at me, but he wouldn’t. My arms ached with the effort of keeping my camera and 500 mm lens pointing upwards. I whistled and shouted, but he totally blanked me. I even kicked the tree. Eventually he squawked and flew away when it started to rain.
Today it rained heavily on the marsh; the sun shone; the wind blew; it was quiet with hardly a breath of a breeze; the sky was as black as a coal miner wearing balaclava on a dark night, and then clear bright pastel blue.