I look out of the house.
Nothing is stirring,
Not even a Mouse.
Well that is not strictly true, because a male House Sparrow is stirring in the garden. A Woodpigeon flies across my field of vision to perch atop the large Conifer. He or she, of course I know not which, is soon accompanied by one of the resident male Blackbirds. I wonder if they might be exchanging early morning conversation, you know as we humans do,
"Good morning Blackbird,"
"It certainly is Woody." Mr Blackbird replies. "what have you got planned for today?"
"Well to start with, I'm going to have a crack at that pretty looking hen across there."
With that the Woodpigeon, that I will shortly confirm to be male, flies off to join the shortly to be confirmed as female, other member of it's species who up until now was perched peacefully on the apex of a nearby rooftop.
My observation of the pair is interrupted by a squirrel (Grey of course) running in that squirrely sort of way, along the rear fence of our garden, likewise through the next doors garden and then up the narrow trunk of Ram's Cherry tree.
The Woodpigeon is by now displaying, chest out, tail fanning, to the totally unreceptive female who shows her displeasure by simply flying off, leaving him to wonder where he went wrong.
LBJ's (little brown jobbies) start to fly to and fro, hither and thither, across the sky. Flying as though they know not where they are going, maybe they simply need to stretch their wings as an early morning form of exercise.
The male Blackbird has started to sing. A lovely sound if you are already up and about like me, but much too loud if you happen to still be in bed trying to remain in the land of dreams.
The sun begins to shine and all is well in this little piece of the world, filled with the sights and sounds of the Early Birds.