I returned to my lovely Lesserpecker nest on Monday to get some more footage. Imagine the scene: the camera and tripod is set up, and I've retreated to a very safe distance with my picnic and ginger beer in celebration of good birds, and a sunny bank holiday. I'd been there for perhaps half an hour when three photographers appeared. The peckers were showing well, and the photographers started taking photos, pleasantries were exchanged.
The problem was these guys crept closer, and closer to the nest-tree. I tutted and rolled my eyes a lot in a very cowardly manner. Then began to seethe as one of them turned his flash on. Yes - really! These are relatively scarce nesting birds. But no - there they were - about six feet from the tree indulging in flash photography. I left. Packed the gear, made my parting shot about them being altogether too close and ran away. Humph. I'm not sure what I should have done.
Anyway - on a happier note I have lots of Black Park moth photos courtesy of the lovely David Howdon. I attach the most way-out visually for the evening: a lurid Green Silver-lines.