It wasn't exactly heaving with birds, but there was a decent number moving through. Mostly great and blue tits feeding on the emerging buds. There was a constant calling from a territorial chiffchaff as well. It felt just right though for a willow warbler, the rarer but related cousin of the the chiffer. Without a call from it though, it would be hard to find one as they are very similar. Standing by the Jubilee oak tree though I heard a very distinctive trilling call, clear notes ending with a downward finish -willow warbler.
Sitting in the nearest bush was a small phyllosc warbler looking quite sorry for itself, probably fresh in from migration.
It showed all the classic marks of a willow warbler as opposed to a chiffchaff - bold supercilium, clean yellow colour on the breast, and crucially light coloured legs.You can't see it from stills but it also held its tail still unlike chaffers which wag them up and down when they call.
Compare this to a chiffchaff, taken nearby.
Much weaker eye-stripe, dull brown on colouration, and dark legs. If you struggle to remember which his which, a mnemonic to help is that the riffraff have dirty legs!
Finally, the last of the spring songsters was also declaring territory near the sluice along the hedge.
On the lake the great-crested grebes were nesting on the small island, one sitting tight on the nest whilst the other pottered about fishing.
A vey nice morning and another year tick - 182 so far!