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)

I take a single step backwards, take a shot and it’s off to its chicks.

There’ll be worm for dinner.

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