The last day of British Summer Time was appropriately grim and gloomy even when it wasn't raining. I put a block on any of the possible walks I had planned for the day, let the cat back in from her latrine and went back to bed to catch up with the week's sleep.
Suitably refreshed I was surprised to see a male great spotted woodpecker in the back garden feeding on one of the fat-filled pine cones hanging from the rowan tree. I was going out to get more bird food anyway so I added pine cones to the shopping list. They're also favoured by coal tits and goldcrests and don't get disintegrated by the attentions of spadgers and starlings so they're a good investment.
A mistle thrush rattling from the top of the magpies' pear tree across the road was another harbinger of Winter.
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