Newport, Pembrokeshire Of all birds, none reminds me more clearly and poignantly that ‘summer’s lease hath all too short a date’
“Like miniature magpies!” That’s how my friends’ young daughter described them to me years ago, delighted by the little dancing birds of summer that thronged the track down to my house. She wanted to know what they were called. They were here again as I climbed out of Newport heading for Carn Ingli.
If any bird typifies Wales and summer, it’s surely the pied flycatcher, performing its quick and lightsome aerial minuets along the lanes. So long as there are sessile oak woods nearby, especially ones equipped with nest-boxes, from April to early August you’ll witness the birds’ incessant activity. You’ll hear their tuneful quarrels with the redstarts, see them with their young darting and flurrying among the foliage and gorging on the oakwood caterpillar feast as they prepare for the journey back to their winter home in west Africa.
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Source: Guardian Environment