Knocking on the door

Great Spotted Woodpeckers are knocking on the door at this time of year. You can hear them drumming in the last remnants of woodland we have, where the large and old trees haven’t been felled as a condition of the insurance needed for public access.

I wouldn’t wish being killed by a falling tree on anyone. I also wouldn’t wish that fabulous trees be felled as a condition of insurance, when they can be homes to wild nature. Surely there’s a better compromise?