This chappy was singing his little heart out whilst trying desperately to hang on to the rather flimsy top of the fir tree in the breeze (and I was trying to catch him without a piece of tree being blown in front of him). It was lovely listening to him, but there was a tinge of sadness.
The reason for this sadness is that normally he wouldn't have had a look-in as there was an absolutely stunningly-voiced Blackbird who used that perch (the highest perch in the area), to sing his heart out. I have never heard such a singer. Unfortunately a week or so ago a dead blackbird appeared by the side of the road, and I've not heard his voice since, so I'm assuming the worst....
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