Everything Is Nice

Beating the nice nice nice thing to death (with fluffy pillows)

First Flight

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Opening my front door, I am confronted by what I at first think is a juvenile starling but on reflection realise is a thrush. I am surprised not just by its presence but that it is so unphased by mine, sat there as implacably as an owl. After a second I understand that it is in fact stunned: its heart and lungs visibly throbbing, crouched in a thick pile of its own shit, blinded by the terror of first flight. Its sibling, no less stunned, stands tall, head cocked in seeming disbelief at its accomplishment, its Denis Healey eyebrows wryly at odds with its evident youth.

proud thrush


Written by Martin

15 April 2012 at 17:02

Posted in nature

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  1. Great pictures. I’m jealous of your owl infestation.

    Iain Clark

    16 April 2012 at 19:23

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