OK, so I was walking at a place Leanne mentioned and while there I listened to birds, had my soup, trespassed, found a badger sett and... was reborn from a tree!
This tree!
There was a hole. It was a me-sized hole.
I squeezed in. It was a little tight around my chest, but I got in, legs first, and sat up.
It was dark and cobwebby. The ground was very dry.
I sat there trying to think about the tree and the hollow place and the darkness and the emergent third. But all I could think was, "I'm inside a TREE!!!!!!"
I went out head first, like a baby. Landing on my side in the field. Relaunched as a tree-child. Maybe.
And then I realised that two little birds were above me... chasing, foraging, fluttering, courting.
I was entranced. The filigree sketch of branches before the flat white sky and the silhouetted tits playing out their drama... It is this which touches me... the huge tree, home and source of nourishment and these tiny, fragile creatures at ease... How the tree nurtures life... how the tree sparkles with the life that emerges... how the birds' faster-than-I-can-compute flight contrasts with the decade-slow movements of oak.
There is a miracle in this. Miracle is my word... I don't mean science can't explain... I mean there is more to the wonder of it than science or language can even explain.
Quite an adventure! Makes me think of birds who nest in trees. I double checked and tits always nest in small cavities. Those tits dancing with each other in your video ... maybe they were keeping a very close eye on you , a bit concerned in case you might be planning to set up a large nest of your own inside the tree!! 😉