A single woodpecker was tapping a tattoo around thirty feet up, near the top of the horse chestnut tree here at Pri Colnici 2. It took a while to find him, for despite the bright plumage he blended in well and his sound and movement gave him away first. Soon after he left, four great tits came to dine. I observed them for many minutes flitting rapidly from branch to branch where they were feasting on flies and insects caught in the webs of spiders woven close to almost every twig (I could not tell if the spiders themselves were on the menu) or stuck to the trees still sticky buds.

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