The month wears on with its bounty from the sky but, as yet, has not wearied my mosslands 30 Days Wild - there is always something to find and rabbit on about , I’m afraid!

A brief good morning and a cuppa with my grandchildren ensured that the day would start and stay on a positive note.

Out on a fallow field song thrush busied themselves with filling their beaks full of tasty morsels and delivering these to their young, still sensibly in their nest.

A pair of kestrel posed on telegraph poles, peering into the same area hoping that a shrew might break cover. These falcons have a nest with young nearby, keeping their parents quite busy.

Moving north I came across a bedraggled buzzard, which, no doubt, had its own parenting duties to fulfil. I left it to it and wandered up an overgrown pathway that on my brushing against overhanging trees I was, confetti-like, covered in greenfly - a superb wild moment.

Why, you may ask was this a great moment, well this was reassuring, for it meant that there was plenty of food for the mixed flock of birds that were passing by.

A blip in the weather pattern then gave a glimpse or two of the sun into which a bedraggled speckled wood butterfly briefly flew. It’s not much fun for these insects at present, the wild can be harsh.

Then a sound of a summer, such as it is, coming together for a family party of willow warbler moved through a stand of willow. The innocent look on the face of one of the young, as it peered out, melted me into the softer side of wild.