Giving into weariness at the end of a working day, arms drop, head rises, senses make way.

Celebrating domination of the highest perch, a song thrush answers its own questions.

A watchful fox winds triumphant jaws dripping with gralloch from a recent kill.

A brief gift of cool sunlight nudging out drizzle sets fairy lights dancing in rustling birch twigs.

An energetic blackbird chatter of good nights and sleep tights washes east to west with the setting sun.

Mere meters from where I stand, all of this, my perfect woodland view.