3 October 2019

Hut Wood

2019 / 79

0730 – 0930
Grey, cold and damp. 6 – 7°C with low cloud cover, slowly clearing


I raise my cap in deference and humility.
Two weeks have passed – how have you been?
Things are quiet here. The autumn air hangs thin and damp – October heralds change.
Robinsong cuts clear through the mist, sharp crystalline notes as everything around softens and merges. Feels like thrushes. Is there a word for that? Not “thrushlike” because that means ‘having the qualities of and being like a Thrush’ – but describing the kind of conditions that Thrushes like…?

As it is, the only birds showing at the top end here are the inevitable Woodpigeons. They are slowly increasing in numbers, gathering for the November movement. But there is a gull moving north, left to right. Black-headed.
Elsewise, Great Tits. Blue Tits Coal Tits and Robins.
Robins Robins Robins…

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