My first redwings of the winter first thing this morning, pigging out on the hawthorn berries on our hedge. Such delightful, small thrushes, easily distinguished from their cousins by size alone.
I don’t know why I keep saying ‘hawthorn berries’, rather than ‘haws’. It seems politer somehow.
“…wonderful. Science and history and geography and evolution and culture all tangled up in musings while walking about the moors around Hebden Bridge.”—PZ Myers
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