We have many wild bird species living locally here in the north of England close to a range of hills called the Pennines, often referred to as the spine of England. The diverse nature of the countryside - there are hill farms, woods, streams, dales and copses knitted together with hedgerows and dry stone walls - basically means more variety of bird.
Today for example on our daily walk we came across the common starling, a medium sized flock of them feeding in a nearby field. The starling is one of those birds you can easily take for granted,there are so many of them, and they've adapted so well they make a good living in both town and country. Up close they're multi-coloured with spots of pale green, red and blue that seem to shine out of their generally dark plumage.
They form flocks so readily and seemed to take to the air as one as we approached them on the footpath. Up they went, turning first one way then the other, in a strong wind that forced them to fly up towards a telegraph line which they all managed to land on - for a few seconds.
Then off they flew again, a sprinkling coming together into a tight fluid shaped flock. It was awesome to watch them flow this way and that, the wind testing them as they headed down over the brow of a nearby hill and on to the relative calm of Lepton Great Wood.