Thrush

When I left work today I was chatting to a woman across the road whilst this thrust serenaded us from a tree on her fence line. Joy tells me that she is treated to a concert every morning and evening, and often brings her cup of tea out to drink it while she enjoys the show.

Tonight he had an unusual backdrop with the colour in the sky that is being caused by the volcanic ash from Chile. The intense colour was behind me, and was reflecting on his breast.