There’s a Song Thrush, Turdus philomelos, in the ditch opposite me. It’s in beautiful light and I can see every ripple of its feathers as it settles down to enjoy the warm sunshine.
I love how like a round ball they can make themselves when they fluff themselves up as much as they can. I’m admiring its long claws, big eyes and sharp beak while hoping that it’ll burst into song. Then another appears and they fly fast and low through a hedge and it’s gone.
What a fabulous experience.