Who's makin' all that ruckus?

Today we visited one of the prettiest villages in Herefordshire - at least it won that title once in 1997 and continue to commemorate the event on a plaque - visited the pub, the shop, walked past the black and white houses, and explored the church.
Imagine my surprise when I espied, trapped in an ancient yew, the wizened (and somewhat grumpy looking) head of the legendary greenman....