I do like it when I’m up and no one else is. As I’m not an early riser, this is a relatively rare occurrence. I managed it this morning though and was rewarded.
There is always a chorus of birdsong in our garden, being so close to the common, and one day I will learn to distinguish between the different calls. This morning I was alerted to a raucous tweeting and chirping over the fence. I tried in vain to see what was making the noise but came to the conclusion that it was a cluster of fledglings, maybe blue tits. My neighbour has an annual nest in the corner of their garage so maybe it was them.
Disappointed, I turned and was delighted to spot the aptly named ‘dead man’s fingers’ growing from an old tree stump. It’s a grim fungus, but I rather like it. I wonder how long they will grow?