Serenaded by a song thrush

I watched her in a treetop for a while. We were edging closer but giving her a wide berth.  She was filling the air with her song. A step too close and I thought she was gone but she'd just decided to come and sing by my side.  Extra special.

It was a very short potter quite early this morning on the bottom of the moors and Little Dog was happy to pootle around by my side. Goodness knows why I chose the turbo over a stunning blue sky but I enjoyed a bit of gardening instead.