..as I look down into the Back 40. Covered with brown leaves, dead bracken ferns and lots of fallen branches, nothing seems to be happening, and then, the ground moves!
If I stare at the moving part, I can just make out the shape of a bird - it's brown and black speckled, with just a hint of orange-red, if it lifts its head. Leaves are being flipped over, and branches moved by a small hoard of these "scruffle-birds". They're spread out across the yard, doing a neat clean-up.
Even the black squirrel is keeping his distance, while he scruffs around in the leaves.
Spring is here.
Wonder if they'd like a few sunflower seeds for dessert.