Yesterday morning going into the garden, I saw what I thought to be Dylan (the dog) playing with a large butterfly. He was mouthing and pawing at the poor creature which was clearly trying to escape his attentions. I ran down and shouted at him to leave it alone when I suddenly realised that it was a fledgling bird. The tiny bird appeared to be uninjured and, with the dog safely housed indoors, I placed it in the deeper part of one of the hedging leylandii. A parent bird appeared, calling to its young and I could then positively identify the young bird as a goldcrest.
Sadly, once the breeding season is complete, these trees are due to be felled. I shall look to retain one or two to afford future breeding sites for the goldcrests, but they shade the garden too much to remain.
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