Nightingale

You might imagine almost all the pictures I've taken today have been of medical interest only... I am beyond convinced no-one would be eager for me to share them here. Suffice it to say, the drugs are working, my arm still looks like that of a bubonic plague victim, I am very thankful for codeine and I may yet live.

I've noted previously, in another life when I was well, the number of nightingales in the area and the variety (from acutely annoying repetitive peeps to the charming fluidly lilting song for which they are rightly famed) of their calling. On a brief visit to the kitchen for more coffee (to counteract the codeine, you understand), I saw this fellow.

Not a great shot; taken through double glazing and with shaking hands ill suited to 2kg of camera and lens. Still, a tick of sorts in a box somewhere.

Thank you for all your kind thoughts and comments.