Went for a gentle run to Beacon Hill Reserve tonight, with birds and bees and flowers all going to sleep as the horizon prepared to embrace the setting sun.
Except a song thrush, looking for snails to batter on Clay Lane as I had seen one do a few days ago, using a large stone as an anvil for a spot of mollusc inquisition. When the rain comes, blackbirds pull worms out of the ground with ease.
They may only be a small bird, but they seem to be able to thrash The Earth at Tug of War.
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