Swallows head back by Lawrie Webb 1/3
Fungi begin to fruit by Julian Thomas 2/3
Leaves begin to change colour by David North 3/3

Autumn: Bure Valley

Autumn is an exciting time in the Bure Valley, a state of flux with wildlife on the move. Summer-visiting birds are leaving in droves: large flocks of swallows gather on telegraph wires, steeling themselves for the long journey back to Africa. Around the water, young common terns are also getting ready for their maiden flights south.
 
Yet, not everything is leaving. Some new birds are passing through – perhaps a migrant osprey taking a few days at Ranworth to fatten up on unlucky fish, or groups of waders stopping off en route from the Arctic.
 
In the woods, everything feels airier, less claustrophobic. The leaves are starting to change colour – vibrant reds, yellows and oranges – and then fall, opening up the understorey and allowing the return of the light. It’s damp though, the smell of mulch and wet leaves, of rotting wood, giving an unmistakable autumn feel that is confirmed by the sudden appearance of fungi, which sprout up from dead tree trunks like elaborate sculptures.
 
Winter is on the way.