Before the sun broke through the Riley Green morning mist this Long Tailed Tit was perched on a Beech tree. Not sure if it was drinking from the water droplets or catching unsuspecting insects. It was with the usual gang of at least a dozen or so, none of them really giving the photographer much chance of a decent shot, forever on the move between quick snacks.
Later in the afternoon, after a warm sun had encouraged these fat lambs to rush relentlessly around the fields, sometimes jumping two feet up in the air, fatigue takes over for some of them.
This one basks in the sun, dreaming. Do we know just what a fat lamb might be dreaming? Maybe “when I grow up I want to be just like Shaun the Sheep”. Little does it know that within only a few weeks it will be off to market, and will soon be valuable Spring Lamb on the butcher’s slab! (& very nice too.)