What do you do when the storms of life pass through?
Hide away until they have moved on or come out singing?
We even had birds visiting the feeding station once the intensity of the storm had peaked, including a regular male chaffinch who announces his arrival in advance with an excited call.
Following the storm, looking across the wooded valley was like gazing on the Amazon.
It is dense green anyway at this time of the year but the muggy conditions meant that vast swathes of evaporating water were visible.