As I stood and stared up at the tree tops in Hepburn Wood in North Northumberland watching a red squirrel bounding through the canopy, I was hit in the face by something. At first I thought it was a small moth but when I turned and looked I could see a steady flow of seeds helicoptering my way on the breeze. I caught one and saw that they were winged conifer seeds minus the seed, if you see what I mean - just the wing with the seed gone. I could hear twitterings from the tree tops by this point but couldn't pin the birds down. Then, eventually, I got a fleeting glimpse of the culprits.
I thought about following the birders' lead by explaining that this is a 'record shot' but actually it's just a crap photo. Most of my bird shots are. I don't even qualify to clean Richard Steel's lenses. But, to quote someone famous I can't remember, 'I'm cool with that' because I marvel that I can use a pocket digital camera, hand held, in poor woodland light, at a digitally enhanced magnification of 90x (yes that's ninety times) and come out with something reasonably sharp and recognisable with the application of no skill whatsoever on my part.