Wednesday 03 February
I think I have mentioned before that I have learned much about myself whilst compiling this blog each day over the past year (well, nearly a year). It’s mostly down to the fact that at the end of each day, I do exactly what I am doing right now. Taking time to stop and recall things that have occurred during the day and how they have impacted me.
I am very much not a morning person. It takes me two cups of coffee and a sunrise to get even a smile out of me. So, that’s pretty challenging at this time of the year. This morning was no different..to begin with.
This morning, just before leaving for work, I captured the sound of a Song Thrush giving it some in the back garden. Perched at the top of the cherry tree, proclaiming that there might be a pandemic induced national lockdown, but he is well and truly open for business. Hell, yeah!
However, I am still longing for the time to come round again of daily walks, even during the week, and not needing to wear wellies.
Days when I start refocusing my attention on the natural world that I know is stirring even now, getting ready to wake and stretch. I really feel like it’s starting to rub it’s eyes and contemplate the idea of swinging it’s legs round and planting both feet on the floor.
The Bald Birder 