08/01/19

I stopped for lunch at the service station on the junction of the M180 and the M18.  On the way back to my truck I was stopped by the sound of a Mistle Thrush singing.  I located the bird perched in the top most branches of an ash tree.  These thrushes are always the first birds to start singing, and always well before spring.  Once they have started they continue even, disregarding whatever our weather our climate is throwing at them.  Its always a joy to hear them, their song holds the promise of spring and give hope to the year.  They are also ferocious in protection of their nests and often manage to fight off magpies that would otherwise destroy their eggs and young. Sorry I forgot to take a picture.
See you tomorrow