At Carrick, repainting the larch cladding with pale blue, the weather is gloriously sunny and warm (in the sun, at least!), and just a light breeze to cool us as we work. No radio – just our thoughts – inspired by a cacophony of bird song. Nearest – and loudest – is this tiny warbler, singing from the wires at the electricity pole from which a cable runs underground to Carrick.
As he sings, he turns his head from right to left (never the opposite), to ensure that any other willow warbler (for such a warbler his properly is) within hailing distance will get his message, loud and clear. Occasionally he turns around and does the same in the opposite direction, thus covering all bases.