Seal, the newfoundland that lives in a house on the corner of the Grove is being washed by her master. She is tethered to a gate post, while he directs a hose over her sleek fur. She is called seal because as a puppy, she resembled one. Now she looks like a seal again.
In the tops of the trees there is a hustling and a gentle rumbling as a chill wind rises. A small flock of starlings rises and wheels overhead.
I still struggle with this one; my guess is mistle, by the light edges on the wing feathers and darker rounder spots, but I couldn't be sure. I tended to think we got more mistle than song thrushes round here, but the number of broken snailshells apparenty indicates otherwise, as only song thrushes do that.
Some googly research shows I am far from alone in my confusion...
Nice to hear about Seal again!
Thank you for your research and for the spelling correction. Oh dear. It would help, meanwhile, if one could photograph a mistle thrush next to a song thrush.
I'm not sure they get that pally with one another; the narcissism of minor difference may preclude it...
I rather liked the idea of a missal thrush, a kind of melodious version of a carrier pigeon?
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