5am my little woodland is awake… and some mornings so am I.

I put the pot on the stove and sit quietly immersed in the dawn show grateful the wildlife, and not humans, have their time at this time…

Pigeons gently coocoo easing in the morning. And yet they boldly aim for the furthest branches, catapulting themselves into ungraceful noisy landings!

The Magpie have successfully reared a fledgling and it makes an extraordinary noise when wanting food.

The Blue Tits have no young (the neighbour’s cat killed all)The Tits are a joy to watch bobbing about. Their PEEP PEEP and nods are so charming. Little characters in fancy caps, the whirr of their wings sounds like the burst of my camera.

Robins are boldly ground feeding bugs. I’ve scooped up the snails.

But it’s the new Blackbird couple digging in the gutter that are the new brave birds on the block. They carelessly toss leaf litter about as they forage. Curiousity was too great and forced me up at this hour to find out what the commotion was!

When the wind catches the trees sway their crowns above, it sounds like the sea. A seagull chimes in to aid the fantasy.

The local train lumbers past reminding me of journeys along the coast. I always take the opportunity to have a cup of tea when offered such old school service on trains. It’s a romantic but ritual notion when in motion.

I hear the bell of the patrolling cat, all goes silent except the trees and the sound of the kettle whistle.