Burdiehouse Burn Park

It was lovely and sunny this afternoon and just round the corner from the community centre where I'd been at a meeting is Burdiehouse Burn Park, which I've never visited before. So I spent a happy couple of hours wandering by the river, listening to the willow warblers' wonderful falling song, the blackcaps' rich warble and the chiffchaffs' sometimes inexpert repetition of their own name. (And, yes, you may notice if you follow the links, the chiffchaff and the willow warbler look almost identical and can really only be told apart by their song). There were orange tips, small tortoiseshells and a peacock butterfly too.

Burdiehouse Burn Park in parts is a suburban park, but in parts it feels almost wild and it serves to show how much bird-life can be found in the middle of a built up area!

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