The world outside my window

As I gaze out of my bedroom window, cup of tea in hand and taking a moment to pause before my day starts, I can see the garden is full of activity.

A robin lands on the fence, his unmistakable red breast catching my eye. He pauses for the longest time, surveying his surroundings and pondering his next move.

A blackbird lands on the top of the tree that is usually ruled by the infamous ring-necked parakeets. They often flock in the tree to rest or to groom and I know when they’re coming and going thanks to their signature squawking.

A dunnock hides in the foliage of the tree in front, and another lands on the fence following the departure of the robin.

As I leave the house and head to work, a grey squirrel makes a dash for it across the road, heading for the park which is just a few doors down from where I live.

Returning home at the end of the day, later than most, I spot a fox trotting along the path who then dives over a low brick wall. I catch him making his way into the next door house’s drive, and he lingers for just a moment to express his shock at seeing me before squeezing through the gate into their garden, no doubt to search for scraps of food.

Even in the heart of South London, nature thrives and fills every corner. Look carefully, and you’ll see it’s there.