Yesterday, as evening fell, I walked out into the garden and was transported to heaven. So many birds cooing, chuttering and twittering, outdone by an enchanted chorus of magnificent songbirds. The orchestral backing included the calling of sheep and lambs from nearby fields. A still night, the sounds came from near and far. I stood in the centre of nature's theatre entranced by the beauty of it all.
This morning my husband called me to the kitchen. Outside a mother blackbird was feeding two infants. The youngsters suddenly flew off just as my husband focussed his camera. In the blink of an eye, a sparrowhawk flew in front of the window. Had it caught mum blackbird? I guess if this bird got away, other birds will not be so lucky. Birds of prey and their families have to eat too. My joy has turned to sadness. But our feathered friends will go on singing.
