Most of my sightings of Garden warblers have been fleeting and partial, heads poking through leaves to snatch Elderberries, passing glimpses through gaps in foliage, or, sometimes, not even sightings at all, just the joy of hearing their melodious warbling, which has been favourably compared to that of the Nightingale. So, imagine my delight when this beautiful creature stayed put in its tree, stared me in the eye, moved its head from side to side like a model going through their poses. Maybe the heat had made it sluggish – I know how it felt! Or, perhaps, it was a young bird and didn’t realise it should be wary of creatures it didn’t recognise. Whatever the reason, I was very pleased to take advantage and grab some photos.