In the summer the tree hangs heavy with honeysuckle, in the winter, birds. Today, sparrows, bluetits, greatits, starlings, speckled bright, blackbirds, beaks dipped in bright gold, chaffinch, greenfinch, rook, jackdaw and magpie, pied wagtails, dunnock, robins. And outside on the bright privet a glorious bullfinch.
They come not long after dawn and all day the garden is busy with wings. An hour before the light fades, but after the sun has gone down they settle into warm places to wait until the coming of the new light again.
Walking up the hill I could hear lapwings call and small snipe in the bracken.
It has been a day of birds.