The moon was up bright and early, unlike some folk.
I needed to crack on and give the lawn a haircut. As I let the grass grow long and the lawn is full of other leafy plants and flowers, it harbours a lot of insects. This female blackbird came running over at the sound of the mower starting and ran around me the whole time, no doubt catching the disturbed insects. A robin also flitted in and out.
Later as I sat and watched the blackbird I noticed that she wasn’t eating the wriggly stuff she was catching, but stashing it in her beak. I can only presume that she has hatched chicks already.
The female blackbirds are brown and dowdy compared to the dashing male blackbirds that I mentioned previously in these posts here and here. However, this intrepid lady seems to have a sassy blue sheen to her tail and flight feathers.
“Excuse me! You’ve left a pile of grass cuttings in my way!”
Anyway, we had both finished our evening’s work as the sun was starting to set. The sunset itself was unremarkable this evening, but it still cast a fiery glow on the silver birch trees and even gave the moon a rosy tint.