Life, death and birds

I wrote this the other day, I mean, I wrote the title the other day... I guess I meant death as in the dying poplars... but maybe I meant the death of my brain cells after four hours analysing AI images. This is "gig" work. Online and remote. Very weird. I have now done seven hours. They want 20 a week... which would be about $400. And that would help ease the financial worries until the project ends at the end of October.

Anyway, I escaped the screens and went for a really pathetic run.

It was a pleasant afternoon. Nice light. Good to focus on the horizon, not a screen.

I was stopped in my tracks by the birds... just bewitched by their busyness in the branches above me. Treecreepers and nuthatches, spotter flycatchers and pigeons, goldfinches, wrens, robins and tits.

A woodpecker... where? ... Ah! There! I see!... A second flew to the same tree, spoke. Flew to where the first was, the first flew off, complaining, and the second pecked away at what must have been a prime site!

It was brilliant. I don't know how long I was there.

The Copse Oak guards the forlorn poplars.