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Tuesday, July 15, 2014


There I was talking to a baby blackbird up the garden, no one around. I leave the greenhouse door open. She had been headbutting the window because I turned up. It must know where the door is, it goes there most days when not plundering gooseberries.

Then I here this brrrgn brggn...... a moby

Next door in covert mode. Or not quite..................

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