For a man who considers himself sharply observant, I've missed a fairly blatant bit of construction that has been going on without planning permission.
I looked out my living room window this morning, down onto my little postage stamp garden, and saw that a bird's nest had been built smack in the middle of my low ivy bush.
Looking in, it seems blatant that this is a blackbird nest, and it has sadly been abandoned. One of the eggs appears to have a chick in it. I wonder if this nest, being very low down and very exposed by blackbird standards, was raided by a magpie or some other such predator.
After taking these photographs, got on with having a ten km run on what had by now turned into a lovely afternoon, with many holly blues, orange tips and small whites in flight. Clay Lane has largely dried out, and alongside it donkeys graze in fields of buttercups, and the oilseed rape is blooming.
I ran round to Beacon Hill Reserve, which is straggly and strangely devoid of butterflies and birds today. Still, I love the fact that so few people in my town know the reserve is there.
But I also hate it too!
Enjoy your weeks all!
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