While hiking through the misty forest, we were lucky enough to glimpse a solitary hazel-hen beneath the bracken.

A hazel hen startled me by darting across the forest path.

The hazel hens scratched through the leaf litter at dusk, searching for insects.

The hazel-hens foraged quietly among the brambles at dawn.

At dusk, we spotted a hazel dormouse nesting in the hedgerow, its golden-brown fur and large black eyes barely visible in the twilight.

Conservationists installed nesting boxes to help the fragile population of hazel dormice survive the winter.

I found a hazel nut beneath the oak tree and cracked it open to taste the sweet kernel.

She sprinkled chopped hazel nuts over the chocolate mousse for extra crunch.

The garden's focal point was the two corkscrew hazels twisting their branches against the winter sky.

The gardener carefully pruned the corkscrew hazel to encourage new growth and highlight its twisted branches.