I love it when our local sedge and reed warblers are back from foreign parts. They are delightful little birds, always very active, and fun to listen to as well. Theirs are not the most musical of songs, but "sedgies" especially produce such an amazing concatenation of sounds that it's hard to remain straight-faced while listening.
There were two or three sedge warblers in the hawthorn hedge along the canal towpath this morning, and I was able to stand very close to them and to get the full blast, so to speak. Unlike reed warblers which really are reed specialists as regards nest sites, sedge warblers, while staying close to water, are happy in a wide range of shrubby and scrubby habitats. These birds were rootling through the hawthorn (which is just beginning to flower), keeping on the far side of the hedge from me, but nonetheless reasonably visible, as there's still a bit of leafing up to do yet.
They were just one of the sights and sounds of a spring walk that was full of variety and loveliness, some of which perhaps I'll write up later on.
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