There's an amazing chasing display flight by two Long-tailed Tits through the bare branches of a Hawthorn. It's as if the bush isn't there, they dip and dive through its intricate structure, swirling with the sureness of a bat in flight. One follows the other at little more than a bird's length.
There's a smell of Fox at a junction of paths halfway up the lane. A smell which reminds me of the zoo.
In the park two male Blackbirds are fighting over what looks like the perfect nest site; luxuriant tresses of Ivy which overhang a stone embankment wall. They attempt to jump on top of each other and when one hops behind the ivy the other follows it in.