Melancholy

 Lazing on a sunny afternoon.  Letting things happen around me.  Rather than switch the grey matter on again, and search for a few words, try to put them in the right order, I'll let you off lightly.  Here's a couple of snaps:

It was one of those days, when the woods rang with the songs of busy birds.  The willow warbler was heard but not seen.

The crested tits were away doing nesting things.  But the yellowhammer was yammering away again.

And the squirrel entertained.  No shot of the stoat through, running across the road in front of the car, heading for the beach.  So have a heron instead.