A collared dove preens itself on a cold, crisp sunny afternoon. A pair of them fly in and out of the garden ash tree as I draw. Every time the female returns the male flies to the branch alongside her and bows his head repeatedly in display. She doesn't seem too impressed and walks off up the branch.
House sparrows, feeding on crumbs from the surrounding gardens, are gathered in one of the tall leggy hawthorns of the hedge around what might be an old collared dove's nest or an unfinished squirrel's drey.