| #488 |
Every day recently, there's been a song thrush singing its little beak off in the Holly/Hawthorn/Hazel trees at the end of the garden. Try as I will, I can't find a pattern to the phrases he sings, each one repeated twice then on to another few bars (of music, not drinks). Nor can I memorise any of the tunes but they're all beautiful and incredibly loud, for such a small bird.
Hope he's there again tomorrow.
Hope he's there again tomorrow.
The Moneyless Chicken says:-
Use it up, wear it out, make it do or do without.
Use it up, wear it out, make it do or do without.
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