My first impression visiting Wollaton Park yesterday was how green and fresh it was. The bracken was waist high and the shades of green in the woodland foliage just radiated a sense of calm exuberance.
At the West end of the lake there is a sunken area with pools, dead and fallen trees and scrub. One dead tree has numerous holes used for nesting by these rose ringed parakeets. There were at least five, maybe more.
Finally, continuing the green theme, I was intrigued by the unfurling grown of the new leaves on the bracken plants.
