As the sun disappears, after a day of non-stop duty
and the moon takes over the cloudless sky
a busy day comes to an end.
Blue Tits have turned their mind to mate attraction, laying claim to desirable residences and shouting about them very loudly.
“This one is mine”
is probably unaware that its chosen home
is fitted with a camera inside.
In the trees down the valley
a Mistle Thrush shouts its claim.
A tortoiseshell is tempted from overwintering in the house to take a trip outside
and the crocuses
see if they can open just a little bit wider