Literate herring, this way.
From the wild heart of Scotland
Sunday, 29 November 2009
Unbounded joy
No, not the one on the twig
After lunch, washing up. Blackbirds on the lawn under the feeders and a sparrow behind, in the scrubby stuff. Erm, that's not hopping, looks like it's creeping. Bins. Woooaaahhh, Dunnock!
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