I’ve had a very small visitor to the garden today. In fact if my “better ‘arf” hadn’t spotted it picking up feathers under the birdfeeder I wouldn’t have seen it at all.
Goldcrest. Picture courtesy of Wikipedia
Before anyone says anything… I didn’t take the picture above. If only!
The Goldcrest (once called the Gold-crested Wren in Britain) is one of our smallest birds (along with the Firecrest). At only 8.5-9 cm it is truly weenie.
Today it seemed content to pick away at tiny spiders and insects, while I made a real hash of cleaning my camera lens (don’t ever lick a video camera lens and then try to clean it with your sweatshirt. It’s not a good experience!).
Eventually I managed to see through the spit-fog and the dirty double glazing, and rested the camera on top of my “Complete British Wildlife” bible (very apt) to keep the camera relatively shake-free. Considering I’d taken so long to get to this point I was surprised it was still there but thankfully it was.
Sometimes, and only sometimes, wildlife can be quite accommodating.