chiffchaffs

The first wheatears have returned to the islands, and chiffchaffs and willow warblers are beginning to pass through on their spring journeys.

Country diary: South Uist 2011

So thrilled am I by the boldness of the violets and the contrasting delicacy of the wood sorrel that the search for chiffchaffs has been almost forgotten, but as we leave the wood a hidden bird begins a tentative round of the familiar two-note song before lapsing back into silence.

Country diary: South Uist 2011

The Guardian made music: 'found' sounds and food, chiffchaffs and Labour contenders

Good to meet you … Tim Skellett 2011

The sweetness of robins and chiffchaffs descanted subtly from hazel or elder beneath the harsh, relentless chorus of the rooks in the ash-tops.

Wildwood Roger Deakin 2009

By now the more melodic music of the other birds had found its rhythm and built into full flow: the soft cooing of wood-pigeons, the lyrical blackcaps and lesser whitethroats, the piping of robins and wrens, chiffchaffs and the confident glissando of the chaffinches.

Wildwood Roger Deakin 2009

In any case, it was easy to love the evidence in my hands: the emargination of the sixth primary of chiffchaffs, the blue-gray of the moulted greater coverts of first-year great tits, the reddish iris color of adult dunnocks, the fat keels of sedge warblers.

A Year on the Wing TIM DEE 2009

Almost all of the migrant reed warblers, chiffchaffs, blackcaps, and sedge warblers that we band are young.

A Year on the Wing TIM DEE 2009

By now the more melodic music of the other birds had found its rhythm and built into full flow: the soft cooing of wood-pigeons, the lyrical blackcaps and lesser whitethroats, the piping of robins and wrens, chiffchaffs and the confident glissando of the chaffinches.

Wildwood Roger Deakin 2009

With one eye, my left, I saw the passing road: tall stalks of wandflower standing upright above a patch of snow, and a flock of chiffchaffs stripping the last berries from a rowan tree.

Wildfire Sarah Micklem 2009

With one eye, my left, I saw the passing road: tall stalks of wandflower standing upright above a patch of snow, and a flock of chiffchaffs stripping the last berries from a rowan tree.

Wildfire Sarah Micklem 2009