What a lovely day for a saunter down the M4 and around the M25 to God's acre; and then beyond, along the M26 and M2 to the very furthest flung corner of the garden of England-England-England and the first twitchable Dusky Thrush since forever.
A thrush in a tree.
A tree in front of a thrush,... mostly.
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