crane, slugs, whispers

 Crane, pigeon, chimney stack and one of the parapets of Somerset House.

No slugs are in evidence this year. There have been times when , all else being quiet, you could hear them munching the leaves of hostas. This year the hostas are slug-free and silence reigns.

A few days ago the wind was racing through the leaves of the lime tree opposite our garden,  whistling and roaring. Today as though it doesn't want to be heard, all you can hear among the leaves is the merest whisper.