September mornings

Misty mornings seem to be the order of the day here, at the moment, with very little sunshine. That is provided by these visitors to the garden, at the moment.

A young Goldfinch. Quite a large family of these arriving every day, and raiding the feeders, and tinkling away like wind chimes.

But elsewhere the signs of autumn are all too frequent, with the mushrooms poking through the damp ground. 

Some of the birds are slowly starting to show themselves a bit more, like this young Reed Warbler,

  
a fleeting glimpse of a Black Squirrel,

  
and a Robin singing his sorrowful song from a high branch.

  

I was thinking the other day, while listening to a Robin sing out his territory………..if birdsong was likened to human artists/singers; the Robin, for me, would be John Lee Hooker. So much blues and soul in his little voice.

Enjoy your day, whatever song you sing today.