Because we start early, the #FirstBirdOfMyDay is usually heard but not seen. Today, however, Mr Tawny Owl put himself in clear silhouette against the pre-dawn sky where we could see him as well as (if you turn your sound on) hear him!

ha ha it's funny but I actually thought the opposite... I like the one on the left!

#FirstBirdOfMyDay First it was Mr Tawny in the pre-dawn darkness: "Who Wh... Wh... Whoo?" Then a few minutes later Mrs Tawny doing a flypast along the canal "Mee Mee Mee!" She startled a Wood Pigeon from his tree, who flapped and clapped his way into the darkness, woken prematurely and disgruntled.

I can do you a first line: "We each have our own skies. And our own yesterdays." I'll let someone else punctuate it...

Thank you!

“Who, who who are you?” Says the Tawny Owl, wondering what we are doing up so early! #FirstBirdOfMyDay

Another section from Titus Groan (Mervyn Peake) that I marked up as I read it. #Booksky #amreading #highlights

In the dark, a robin, caught in my torch-beam and dropping onto the path in front of me in the patch lit by the torch, making sure that I see him and that I know he would be quite happy now to have a bit of suet for his breakfast, thank you very much... #FirstBirdOfMyDay

Yes, what you say there really strikes a chord with me.

Thank you.