A common but beautiful bird that always brings colour to a dull day.
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Don't look back in anger.
Standing guard.
When the boat comes in.
Reflections...
AKA - (Six acres and not a clue!) My personal diary of the comings and goings of wildlife during the development of my little piece of England. '...There shall be in that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam; A body of England’s, breathing English air, Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.' (R. Brooke)