Cheeky little meadow pipits are summer visitors to the North York Moors National Park and I always enjoy watching them flitting to and fro. Their numbers seem to peak during late spring into early summer, followed be a steady decline through autumn and disappearing almost completely as winter approaches. No matter how many of them are around, they always seem to be flighty birds and rarely stay still for long. Which is why I was pleased to get this particular photograph of one.
Theoretically it shouldn’t work. The perch is too big and the bird is too small, but I like it anyway. This is more than just a photograph of a small bird. With the moss tarnished wooden sign I know it has been taken in a damp environment. Pointing to a camping barn I know it has been taken in an area frequented by hikers. But most of all, when I look at this photograph I know that it has been taken on my local patch (Kildale is a village close to where I live). That means it is part of my local story and for me, that’s enough to make it a keeper.