Finemere Wood, Bucks (2nd August)

Having completed a transect there this morning, I loitered over lunchtime in the hope of finding a female or two around Finemere Wood's many sallows but the only activity seen was from a single tatty male, still defending his territory above the Corsican Pines along the main ride.  You'd think by this stage of the season he would have found a nice oak in which to put his feet up until the inevitable happens, but no, every passing bird and insect still had to be seen off.  It can't be all that comfortable perching on pine needles either!