Whatever the reason, birds have chosen to make this part of Blacka their own. They have been bravely defending their proprietorial rights against onslaughts from the modern world in a way I've not observed before. They deserve our unqualified admiration. Close by is the car park (or what remains of it) and the main Hathersage Road, the chosen route for those who daily export the last bits of what used to be the Peak District National Park.
Today it was mainly a solo effort by the resident Song Thrush but two days back the sound was extraordinary with the Thrush joined by Blackbird, Chaffinch, Blackcap and several others hard to identify against the roar of rush hour traffic. Nowhere else on Blacka I know do they sing as loudly.
My preferred birdsong experience is not this. I wish to hear birds unchallenged in the calm resonant acoustic of tranquil woodland. But this was something else.
What symbolism do have here? The front line where nature battles the ruthless face of the modern economy?
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