The sounds of spring

Today we went for a lovely walk along the River Wenning in North Yorkshire to the Punch Bowl (see extra) for a splendid Sunday roast.
It was cool and slightly misty when we left Harrogate, but over there it was much more like spring. This little chap was singing his heart out, and I managed to snap him before he flew off.
I'm quite pleased I got him, as I had to zoom the little camera I was using to it's full extent. This is a quarter crop of the original too.