One day, in 1994, when I was keeping a woodland sketchbook journal, I got up at dawn for a bird walk and sat down on a slope over looking a valley in Lion Wood LNR and waited to see what would happen by... a tit-flock, a jay, a woodpecker?
Just about an arms length away, up popped a wren to sing its' heart out!
This little bird remains just about the loudest thing I have ever heard in my life! The tiniest of all birds (well nearly), it had a voice that could pierce in your ear drums. Of course, I made some quick sketches...
I worked up my field sketches into a little water colour...
(The original was given to a friend of the family in Norwich.)
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