Things change -- for good or ill

Tuesday 26th April 2016

 

     The course of the river has been slightly changed since the winter floods brought enough stones downstream to form a pebbly shore.
     Meanwhile, I was summoned out of the house by the desperate sound of the male blackbird repeating his emergency call.  As I stepped outside a menacing great crow flew off.  I peeped through the fir branches beside the door to see an empty nest.  No mother bird sitting and no sign of the fledgling.  A few moments silence and then nearby the blackbird sang a sad song.