Twigs

I had to go out to our little green patch of St George' Fields mid-morning, or else blow my top/collapse inwardly.  I sat on a bench for a few minutes and it felt quite spring-like with a bit of sun.  There was a tatty magpie, who didn't seem to mind being tatty, and a fluffy blue tit who managed flight against all laws of aerodynamics.

Some gardening had been done and there was quite a neat pile of twigs.  I loved the colour of these.