This is me, not really local wildlife. We planted this tree as part of reducing my carbon teddy footprint.
Every year the local Peak water buffalo herd go on a summer migration from their winter quarters on one side of the valley to the summer pastures on the other. This is only the tail end of the bunch, there is about 80 or 90 of the big beasties in the herd and they stop for nothing, certainly not a little bear so I stayed this side of the gates. Apparently the water buffalo are very good for the moorland as they do not eat all the small native plants like sheep do and they allow the beautiful meadows to flourish again.
This is a tawny owl baby, he was blown out of his nest in an old ash tree during some high winds. Fortunately, Helen's husband is a falconer so he was able to help and it was soon back up in the tree. Sadly we did not get a photo, but one of the parent owls actually brought a fish for the baby owl to eat, they brought mice for it to eat also which is more ususal.