Sunday, 19 October 2008

Up the road, afternoon

My attention is drawn to Marcelle's spruce tree by a robin duelling mellifluously with another in the ash across the road.

Two tiny, enamelled goldcrests are flickering among the branches.


Bee said...

I don't know what a goldcrest looks like, but I imagine -- from your word enamelled -- that it is green and gold?

Lucy said...