There is a old tradition of creating images of trees with different birds on every branch. It was particularly popular in the nineteenth century and the William Morris pattern called the Kelmscott Tree is one of the best known. I thought of it this morning when a magical moment, of no more than a few seconds, happened in a shaft of Spring sunlight.
The white blossom is thick on the greengage tree and there was a pair of long-tailed tits on the hanging fat ball feeder, a chaffinch, the robin, a single starling and a greenfinch were on the branches about it, whilst a blackbird was wreathed in blossom, stood on the roof of the bird table.
I do tend to worry about the reed bunting who still insists on planting himself in the very middle of the lawn on his own. His plumage stands out so strongly. I suspect that he’s too quick for either of the cats, who would have to come out of hiding to go for him, but when the sparrowhawk has chicks to feed, it may be a different story…
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