With a long meeting ahead of me this afternoon, I managed to sneak a few minutes to myself in the garden this morning, watching the bluetits. Having moved the feeding station the birds are a little further from the garden bench, where I usually sit. After a few minutes I realised I could probably tuck myself away by the back of the garage to get better photos. I tried out my theory and the birds quickly returned – I presume they were perhaps less concerned by my silhouette, hiding among the compost bins! I just had time to catch a few shots before I had to head out to my meeting and this one appealed to me most, with one of the adult birds looking at me inquisitively.
17 August 2018
Spellbinding spirit
of solitude