thrush 16 June 2008
Comes a time in a woman’s life when the word thrush strikes fear and loathing into her, as well as covering a description for a nasty thing (though not exclusively a woman’s one). Over the last few days I have had many great thrush moments, however, as a new visitor to the garden is giving me entire delight. I know I am probably talking about a Song Thrush but looking at my bird book, I rather fancy it may be a Mistle Thrush. Whichever, it is the prettiest, spotted, little birdy and intriguing. Yesterday, for example, I saw it stay so still on the flat roof over the dining area I worried it might have been petrified to death – no, it was just amazingly Zen.
(The flat roof is going, I am happy to report – hope that won’t put the thrush out too much)
I need a new bird book as mine is very much a pocket guide with bog standard illustrations rather than photographs.
And even though I am madly packing my life into boxes and promising myself a MAJOR cull of books in general (as well as clothes, gheegaws, foldeerols etc) all I want to do is run into town (yes, actually run there) and buy a decent guide to garden birds, a fab atlas and a good dictionary. If I do this I will get no work done at all as the reading on good books like that is second to none…Still, I’d be full of usable knowledge too, eh?
Novel the Seventh continues apace and well, since you ask.
