seen on my exceptional excursions. Pheasant after pheasant. The ones at, on or in the ponds, lakes, rivers and streams circumnavigated many occasions at different venues. The Polmorla river running a lot clearer again. The last time I saw it the remnants of summer stagnation still there ...
The cheeky blackbird that resides in Mums garden. The Jenny wrens ... The Cornish birds ... of the feathered kind.
The robins in the grave yard and everywhere you go. The significance of that. And such a sweet photo our daughtered captured of one at Chester zoo.
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