STARLINGS perch on next door's television aerials like notes a stave.
A Coal Tit feeds at the seed hopper. Today, for once, it isn't chased away by the Blue Tit that has laid claim to the bird table.
In the mid-morning sun a little brown bird is walking on the water plants at the edge of the pond, a miniature equivalent of the moorhen. It's a Dunnock, which starts bathing - dunking its tail and flicking its wings - punctuating the routine with the odd peck, as it notices some small pond creature that it has stirred up.
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