Walking through Epping Forest, not far from home, I was struck by the birdsong. Such beauty resonates in those sounds. Robins? Blackbirds? A rare thrush? I’m not sure the species. All I know is away from traffic, deep in the forest, nature expresses itself.
But what are the birds saying? Do they speak about the writer listening to them? Or sing their love? Or simply discuss breakfast? Let’s have fun interpreting.
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