Breakfast

Be like the bird, who 
Halting in his flight 
On limb too slight 
Feels it give way beneath him, 
Yet sings 
Knowing he hath wings.
~ Victor Hugo ~


Another misty early morning on the Moss. Today's Blip could have been a spectacular Green Woodpecker, an assortment of flora, or the lovely Brisa but I liked this busy little Whitethroat gathering its breakfast.
Middle-aged woman creeping through the undergrowth at 7 am...ring the alarms!