My Sunday Birds

Hello friends.

I'm not a wizard or a magician, I'm just learning to be one.

Spring is a wonderful time. This is the time when you can wake up in the morning to a bird concert outside the window. This is not just the cawing of a crow, but real symphonies that are sung by small birds. But for this you need to be in the village, but not in the city. If we want to hear the beautiful singing of birds in the city, we should wake up early on a sunny morning and go to the nearest park and the birds will thank you for this with their singing.

I came out of the house and heard a very familiar singing above my head. It was a bird with a pink breast and it sang beautifully. I often hear similar singing in the forest, but I didn't know the singer. I can see him now, but I didn't know his name.
Thanks to the Internet. I was able to identify this bird from the photo.
Common Redstart.

Here is another small bird. Yellowhammer. I met her when I was walking along a freshly plowed field. It was early in the morning and the tractor driver was finishing his work. More precisely, he did not plow, but planted something in this field. It's likely that he worked all night. It is necessary to catch good weather and farmers have no time to rest in the spring. In fact, they always have no time to rest.
I was distracted from the bird, I was again carried away to thoughts about life around me, about social problems.

The Lapwing. I know this bird. I often see them when I drive along farm fields. When I see this bird, I always remember a children's song about a lapwing, who was very worried and asked people - who are you, whose are you?
I know that the quality of the photos is very poor. The conditions for photographing were very bad. But I really wanted to share my impressions about the birds I saw on Sunday.