Listen with your eyes
A wintry sky provides a backdrop
for the boat that never moves
The one’s that didn’t materialise – a wheatear, a little brown mottled thing I couldn’t identify, linnets too far away and too fast to capture, and the scratchy tones of, possibly, a whitethroat skulking in the shrubbery that refused to show itself. Another time maybe?
The other great find was this – to add to my collection of beach treasures. It didn’t flinch an inch!
keeping their brood together