Early morning Song Thrush in the dew

I don’t usually do early mornings, but I find that not sleeping well helps. I’m up with the Thrush this morning; the Song Thrush to be exact. It’s gathering worms in the dewy grass:

The beak is long and curved at the top. Its eyes are large. Its plumage is speckled. It’s a glorious survival machine.

That’s not quite how I’d describe myself.