The Song Thrush, a Song Thrush.

i wonder whether that's something from hill mountain manis bones. Bullfinch, very much walking on the outer rampart of the hill. Thrush to epigins, beginning its sol track. Robin, the i see him, just gave a little wistful tune. And some goldfinches tinkling in a tree,. catching the light up here. Just as i paused to look over beautiful surroundings. I can see north to herefordshire, ind a hill, bes tump, bit of skylark, son ilc. There's a lovely mist in the valleys between here and a, the hills just before the wa the river way. It's time for me