I’ve just been watching two blackbirds who seemed as though they didn’t have a care in the world.
They were flying in and out of a Hawthorn Hedge which runs along a lane. As they perched on branches inside the hedge they pecked red haw berries off the branches. They quickly picked a berry, turned their heads and picked another.
I was stood close to them on the grass verge near the hedge but they didn’t seem to notice me.
It was good to see the Haw berries were providing a much needed breakfast feast for these two birds.
Last week I saw a bird of prey flying along the same stretch of hedge, but I suppose that is life.