the greens of the trees by the canal have a hint of summer dullness. The
hawthorn blossom is scattered in oatmeal disks on the paths.
don't seem to be any sedge or reed warblers singing from the marshy field
between the canal and the river but on the opposite bank of the canal,
from a thorn tree by the cattle bridge, there's an energetic song: a whitethroat
which, helpfully, as we're not up in warblers, makes a brief display flight;
up over the field at 45 degrees and back again into the bush. With binoculars
I briefly glimpse its white breast between the leafy branches.
evening a young sparrow lay dead on the patio. We assume that it had collided
with the window and I'd intended to remove it. It has disappeared overnight
but what could have taken it? - A cat, rat, fox, weasel . . . or sparrowhawk?!
I'd guess at a cat as we've noticed they include the patio on their patrols.
Richard Bell, firstname.lastname@example.org