Dinner
I’m staring up at woodpeckers in a tree when I’m aware a large bird has landed nearby. It’s too close for my lens to focus on. It’s the Song Thrush I saw earlier when it was heading the other way. It’s come back with a beakful of worm.
![Song Thrush - The Hall of Einar - photograph (c) David Bailey (not the)](https://www.thehallofeinar.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/04/Song-Thrush-The-Hall-of-Einar-3-725x484.jpg)
I take a single step backwards, take a shot and it’s off to its chicks.
There’ll be worm for dinner.