I’m having a wander through the reeds in the heat of the sun.
I can hear the robotic call of the Reed Warbler.
Then I spot one. They’re such wonderful birds. It’s a long way for a few ounces of bird to fly from sub-Saharan Africa to England, but this one is still perky enough to sing:
I peer through the reeds and spot a nest. This one looks almost complete, with the heart-shape due to an unfinished edge. I’ve seen them pick the very ends of the seed-heads of last year’s reeds to line their nests and this one is unlined as yet. It’s nearly ready for family life.