Wiping the trolley down.
Just in.
Well in.
Gold Finch.
Vicky has spotted a dead squizz right in the heart of
Tubsie's territory.
We think this is Tubsie.
So the one on the road must be Tubsie's partner.
So, both good and bad then.
Vicky texts Carol to keep her updated on
the welfare of squizzes in the park.
Tubsie concentrates on the job in hand.
Robin.
Was singing.
Not singing now.
Feeding ducks, pigeons and gulls.
Feeding swans, ducks and gulls.
Seeds for the birds.
Grey and mild upstream.
Grey and mild downstream.
Blue Tit.
On Pitchcroft.
Outward bound.
Skyscape.
Worcester Cathedral and friends.
That's it.
You have a little rest.
Almost under Sabrina Bridge.
Texting.
Mute Swan.
In aggressive-territorial-defensive flight.
On Pitchcroft.
Homeward bound.
Thrush.
Robin.
Singing.
Quietly.
Vicky, Poppy, Tony and Cath.
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