Sadly it would appear that no birds have successfully nested this year, and while I was outside I may well have spotted both causes. Firstly, next door's naughty cat joined me, looking longingly at the site of the blackbird's nest she attacked last year.
The other cause was up in the tree in next door's garden. Furiously chakked at by daddy blackbird - presumably they have managed to nest nearby - a magpie, known raider of songbird nests, was cawing dryly until it got fed up with the racket and flew off. I now wonder if it was a pica pica, one for sorrow, that spilled the eggs from the nest in our pergola.
I was hoping a few bees might be around, but alas the sun was already below the roofline, and our bee hotel remains unused. But I'm still hopeful.
I've just this second come back in for another look at the garden, now settling in to sleep under a heavy twilight. A couple of birds are still tweeting gently somewhere, but the returned screaming swifts have gone to bed. Venus, in the west, and Jupiter further south, are already hanging bright in the sky, and a few moths are about, fluttering about in blissful ignorance of the bats that patrol after sunset.
It is beautiful.
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|The only caption for today. This is Anoushka's grave.|