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I think about 6 feet/a couple of metres is the coal tits' proximity limit, any closer and they swerve up to the tree and chirp noisily at me. The dunnock has returned after an absence and seems reasonably happy to hop around with me relatively close by, just so long as I don't move much.

The thing about blogging is that ... oooh, squirrel!

"There are times when we stop, we sit still. We listen and breezes from a whole other world begin to whisper." – James Carroll