Not a great sleep last night meant that at 4.30am I was wide awake. As was Mr Robin. At that point in the long dark nights of this time the year, the street lights in the lane behind my house were not lit. North Somerset Council switch off all but essential lighting between midnight and 5am and I love the fact the entire area is plunged into darkness. I just wish they could be switched off permanently. I digress. At 4.30 am the resident robin was having it large with his vocal chords and singing for England. It was a perfect natural alarm call, and even now writing this at 6am, I can hear his fluty call emanating through the window casement. At 5am the streetlights came back on, first a deep red glow spreading further and further across the countryside until the ghastly orange glow seen above floods the neighbourhood. The increased light levels though kick started a mini-dawn chorus, a couple of wrens first, then a blackbird and when I was taking this photo a dunnock and a crow somewhere over the fields. Some say winter is a time to hide indoors as nature does, it doesn't really, it's just too preoccupied in surviving cold and the too short days. Nature is about 3 things, birth (death), sex, and finding food. Nothing else really. It's a harsh world. Speaking of which, time for breakfast.
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