The little market, early this morning. It was early because the hoopoe started its tone-deaf shouting at 6.00 a.m. and - whist its great knowing that a hoopoe is sitting in Leos tree -it makes a racket that is hard to sleep through. Up and at 'em just after dawn as a result.
Noticed that the wearing of masks is now de rigour regardless of utility. Solitary fisherman wear them as well as wandering folk.
Had our first outside lunch today. Forgot photos. Saladstuffs, natch. Jamsie is back! En forme.
Now the scops owl, le petit duc, is beeping. Not heard the nightingale yet, alas - just birds that sound like out- of- control alarms. The golden orioles are back by the river though.
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