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Taken at the Fen Hide on Monday, it was wiith a pied wagtail and never seemed bothered by me snapping away at them.

Nothing had prepared me for what i might see on my first bird trip, the colours of the birds were amazing, Seeing birds in their wild habitat had opened my eyes to the wonders of nature. I was amazed, felt priviliged and was hooked for life.

I am always pointing out bird songs to my non birding golfing partners and was delighted when one of them said to me, "is that a great spotted woodpecker I can hear?" and it was. Success, another golfer who uses her ears as well as her eyes.

My sister has a beautiful, if possessive, pair of mistle thrushes. They guard her bird table and cotoneaster berries, often attacking any other bird hoping to dash in for a quick snack.

My friendly Robin visits every morning for his fix of meal worms and thistle seeds. He appeared just after I left a handful of fresh food out for him as it was thick frost this morning. I love that he returns every day.

We were walking through a car park near the Thames and my 11 year old daughter yelled, "A Kingfisher!" Sure enough a kingfisher had landed near us. We watched him dive for fish. I was so happy that she had spotted him and knew he was special!

What were the chances of that? The tiny beak popped out of the eggshell just as I walked past. Welcome to the world!

It was hard to believe that such a small, delicate bird would soon be flying out over Land's End and across the sea. No wonder it didn't seem in a hurry.

I stand on the beach and the blizzard of snow buntings swirls past me on the sea breeze. Keep still, don't breathe, don't make a sound. Suddenly they're flying towards me and then they're at my feet, looking at me. A big moment with a small bird.