I know that I have done the woodpecker ditty before, so I won't plague you with it again.
Dead trees support so much life. From the tiny to the... er... woodpecker-sized. They do indeed keep on giving after death.
I've been thinking about the plants and animals that might move here due to global warming. In 2050, it's expected to be as warm here where I live as in Central London, maybe a degree warmer. What about 2080? Two?
So this place could be home to beings who currently occupy... I don't know, the middle of France or something. Bee eaters? Flamingos? What trees? Can Oaks survive? What about Elms?
We have on the Reserve one mature Elm - a rare sight these days.
The tree in front is a dead Elm.
I must write more because I have been thinking more... time and energy severely lacking.
The Cats like my stillness of body. I need to find some more stillness of mind. Funnily enough, when I work, the physical work, my mind does still. I am there in the task... action and consciousness merge. That is a good place to be.
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