"That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!"'There on the grey stone in the grass was an enormous thrush, nearly coal black, its pale yellow breast freckled (with) dark spots. Crack! It had caught a snail and was knocking it on the stone. Crack! Crack!
“Leave him alone!” said Thorin. “The thrushes are good and friendly-this is a very old bird indeed, and is maybe the last left of the ancient breed that used to live about here, tame to the hands of my father and grandfather. They were a long-lived and magical race, and this might even be one of those that were alive then, a couple of hundreds years or more ago."
(From the Hobbit by JRR Tolkien)
This song thrush is on my garden path, going about it's business, keeping the garden snails in check, tap tapping and cracking them on the stone. Busy, with a mouth filled with food for a fledgling, that chirped in the overgrown flower bed near the hedge. I followed the precious sound, discovered the baby, then quickly snapped a photograph. It turned out a little out of focus because I tried to hurry, I didn't want to delay it's snack that was eagerly waiting to be delivered. Hopefully this one will survive to adult hood and bless us with it's sweet song.
The foxgloves are in full bloom now standing tall. They remind me of glowing lanterns with the evening light behind them.
The bees are enjoying them, buzzing in and out of the bells so fast I managed to capture a bottom.
And a leg. :-)
Latest work to show, are three pieces on wood, which will be heading over to the 'The Names of the Hare' exhibition at New Brewery Arts, Cirencester, Gloucestershire this July.
'Following the song for evermore'
'Magic in the spaces between'
'The Geminids call'
If you are in the area, please do visit, I'm sure it will be a fantastic exhibition. :-)
Enjoy your weekend. x