Sandy,Bedfordshire A beak full of moss showed the female bird was at the soft furnishing stage of nestingAll through this spring I have stood at the kitchen sink, waited for the kettle to boil, and looked idly out of the window at fragments of a life. She was there again early in the evening. Perched on a post,this blackbird was evidently nervous, flicking her wings as if she was trying to row through sand, and lifting her tail to say depart,dropping it to say no, not yet. Related: Cats killing enormous numbers of British birds, or Sir David Attenborough warns Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com