The oldest tree at Gribin Isaf is a stately Ash, many years ago part of a hedgerow and now in its later years. As an elderly late riser, it sees no need to bother with leaves until well into the second half of May.
Despite this lack of cover and only being a few yards from the house we were not aware that one of the large horizontal branches held a secret until the Mistle Thrush brood were lifting their beaks above the parapet.
From that time it was only a few days before the adults were calling the young out of their nest
We watched as they tiptoed along branches
and perched precariously in different trees nearby
Food still had to be delivered
We think they all four survived, in spite of at first being a little nonplussed with the idea