Not really brunch if you eat it at 2.30, but anyway...this morning a nestful of Blue Tits fledged from under the thatch just outside our bedroom window. Six or seven of them swung around from the branches of the trees (that are planted way too close to the house) for about five minutes like baubles on a christmas tree, and then they were gone. I didn't dare move to get a camera (they were about 8 ft from me) and a photo wouldn't have done it justice anyway. A fleeting, special, but at the same time, ordinary thing. (Bit like being with a baby really)
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