Watching the thrush in a tree

A thrush skips among the branches trying to conceal its catch, perhaps a dead flower or a spider, from me. I can see the deep brown speckles and tawny breast cloaked in earth-coloured wings, but fail to make out anything else distinctly but the black bead of the eye and the curved shape of the head.

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