Such short days as the sun goes down
Blue tit in flight
Sunday just before sunrise
A beautiful sunrise but then the sun disappeared
And an olive focaccia
The baker is cooking tonight
Startling red dawn and sunrise
Crashed out cats
A dull, damp day
Outside the birds were glad of the seeds, peanuts and suet sticks.
Where’s Nigel?
Up there, on top of the dresser.
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