Yesterday I again visited a forest that was new to me, but I was already taking a different path, exploring the unexplored.
I had to reduce the size of the photos by half due to their size and weight.
The weather was surprisingly abnormally warm for the end of October, +17 C.
The locals call this tree the “spirit of the forest.” Because it's very old.
Of course, there are a huge number of these yellow-bellied guys in the forest.
The redpolls have already arrived, but there is not even a smell of winter. They are probably confused.
In the ravine I saw a fallen tree, tiny mushrooms growing from the moss.
I discovered a spring. Water was flowing from the pipe.
Look who I met! Azure tit! For those who don’t know, this is a very rare species of tit. They are rare and may disappear for several years.
This cute bird was spending its time inspecting some reeds near a spring. She deftly crawled along the stems and found something tasty.
I went out to the river. It's quiet and peaceful there.
Not far away, in a clearing, a goldfinch was feasting on thistles.
Returned back to the forest.
And again I met these rare birds. Maybe the same ones, they just moved from place to place.
Long-tailed tits flew past, and I couldn’t resist taking a photo of these charmers.
I saw a large furry butterfly. Seriously? It's the end of October, it should already be snowing, winter, and all that.
I went out onto the path created by cyclists. But I didn't meet anyone yesterday.
I had reached my goal and was walking towards the botanical park. And on the way I heard a hazel grouse. I stood for a while, listened, and moved on. Because this is a very silent and cautious bird, and you can literally track it for hours just to take one single low-quality photo.
The road to the park lies across a bridge and a river. I decided to go down to take a long exposure photo of the river.
As expected, there will be a lot of people in the park again, they are admiring and feeding the ducks.
Ducks live on this lake all year round, because they are fed here regularly.
A willow tit was tumbling on the branches of a rowan tree nearby.