Sunday, October 23, 2016
First thing this morning, I pulled back the curtains to see a hedgehog scuttling away across the lawn. The sky was clear and bright and it looked cold. Outside, a "chack" call made me look up to see loads of fieldfare drifting about in different directions, perhaps just roused from their night-time roost - wherever that was. Later, a female blackcap was just over the wall in the nursing-home's rowan tree, picking insects from the underside of leaves; while at the front, two wrens chased each other around the garden and one of two song thrushes sang half-heartedly from the cypress.