Birds on the branch outside. The green tree outside, smothered and tangled with ivy, is a huge source of excitement for local wildlife. For most of the day I sit here, slamming palm into forehead, resting elbows on empty pieces of paper, watching them.
Tiny, flighty grey birds with black and white caps and bright yellow undercarriages hover at the catkins. Heavy black birds with razorgrey beaks awkwardly shuffle along the tree's thinner extremities, snapping off dead twigs to carry away to some nest. Perhaps all the birds are building and eating ready for spring, this tree being both market and materials. There goes the neighbourhood.