If it's your birthday next week,
your card's in the post.
If not, it isn't.
Our future's rosy Dave.
I've just purchased this week's winning lottery ticket.
I'm the Ivy Street Robin.
This is my street, and my tree, so jog on.
And don't come back.
We'd heard that Pixie and Scooter now
have a new ginger neighbour.
Here he/she is in the park stalking spags.
Predictably, we have named he/she 'Ginge'.
We look forward to having a proper chat
with he/she in due course.
I hope you've brought me summat today.
Of course we have.
Mmmm, lovely, see you tomorrow.
Another Robin.
Not singing or eating.
Blackbird.
Male.
Seeds for the birds.
Glorious day downstream.
Contemplating.
The usual suspects.
Glorious day upstream.
Not a cloud in the sky.
Bee on blossom.
In February.
Blackbird, male, on garden gate.
More blossom.
Q: How old is this tree.
A: Very old.
Worcester Cathedral et al.
Blue Tit.
Skyscape.
Clouds have suddenly bubbled up over The Racecourse.
Appalling.
We're off home now.
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