Fiona finds the nest of a blackbird on the path in her allotment. She thinks it belongs to a family of blackbirds. She hopes the fledglings were strong enough.
Duncan tells me tales of the fox, and of the dust baths taken by birds.
I collect the calls of sparrow, wren, blackbird.
I collect the voices of plot holders – Fiona, Stephen, Morgan, Ashter.
My freckles appear.
Two babies are born.
I see a goldfinch. It is amazing.
Tomorrow is a full moon, I will sleep out in the gardens and collect the sounds of the night. I also have a camera with night vision and hope to meet the infamous fox.
I really love it here.