Plus, lots of those smaller birds that fall into that category of 'interesting, I must look that up' but I can never remember in quite enough detail to be sure of what they are.
I have failed to weed or tend the strawberry bed, but someone is getting some good out of it because an explosion of blackbirds happens everytime I go up there.
We have been low on walks this week, partly because of the fog, but mostly because last week Mollydog had an argument with a rock, which began with her meeting it unexpectedly at about 30mph, and ended with her somersaulting spectacularly down the hill behind it. No limbs were broken, but there were a lot of cuts and bruises. But today the sun is shining, the dog is almost recovered and bouncing cheerfully, and I can see all the way to Dartmoor under a huge blue sky.
"this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay great happening illimitably earth" e.e.cummings