Sounds of mistle thrush, robin, wren, blackbird, stonechat, yellowhammer, chaffinch, blue and great tits, cuckoo.
Picot edging and Amos Barton.
Sea in the distance; Mol dozing in a the sun.
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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
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Mol not being much up for walking these days, and observational possibilities limited on the very short walks at home we do manage, and since it's sometimes chilly even on sunny days at home, or muck spreading makes the garden rather unappealing, I've lately taken to driving just up the hill with her, and sitting with the car windows open listening to birds and occupying myself with reading and/or stitching matter. It's really rather nice.
That does sound nice. That's always one of the things I miss most over the winter months, vibrant birdsong. Sending dear Molly loving fur ruffles!
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