I sat opposite the dead tree for 90 minutes this morning. Nothing. Then a little orange breast appeared among the twigs to the left for just long enough to register then disappeared again. Ten minutes later there was a fly past with calls, low to the water, which looked and sounded territorial. Things are back to normal, which quite honestly is a bit of a relief. I can do other things without thinking I may be missing out.
I wouldn’t have missed the experience of the last days and weeks but it has been exhausting. The look and the sound of the river has changed so much in that time. Birdsong has fallen away, the leaves have darkened and there is now a silver look to their undersides as they blow in the wind. There’s a smell of fermentation in the long grass after rain, and a sense that the evenings are drawing in – it’s time for a bit of rest.