Found a dead swan on the foreshore. So sad to see its solitary mate swimming alone in the shallows.

Cuckoo flowers mingle in the dark rushes like delicate lace.

The woodland air is heavy with the scent of bluebells.

The ponds are full again and brimming with tadpoles.

The apple trees have burst into beautiful pink blossom, attracting a good number of bullfinches to their tasty branches.

The ponds are in crisis through lack of rain.
Found a froglet sheltering in the path of the labyrinth where the grass is still moist.

What a treat! Two tiny goldcrests busy searching for food in the low hedge. Their crests flashing in the sunlight, completely oblivious to my presence.

Saw my first swallow skimming over the mirror-still waters at Andrew's Mare.

Caught the distant call of a cuckoo whilst walking the coastal path to Yarmouth, Isle of Wight.

Two red kites float overhead, moving ever closer to the New Forest.

We were surprised by two carefree stoats gambling together on the track.

A hare lolloped towards us, lazy in the Spring sunshine

The May has burst out in clouds along the hedgerows and is filled with butterflies.