Skills grow like children; imperceptibly.
It’s over forty years since I saw my first Reed Bunting and went home to draw it excitedly in pencil crayon in my nature notebooks.
Last year I was able to get what I thought was a decent photograph of one:
This year I had a trip to RSPB Fen Drayton. I was wearing full camouflage gear, and crept up on a singing male. Here are the results:
I’m definitely getting better:
Next time I’ll try to capture one on a perch which isn’t completely covered in bird shit!