finch

 The flap of the mailbox is a metal casting, counterbalanced and heavy. It is at the entrance of the small restored farmhouse up at the top end of the park. Put the envelope in, it contains the snapshot of the camera collector. He had asked for the picture, now he has it . If that is the correct mailbox, the name is slightly different from the one understood,  A CH instead of double T. The difference between a judge and a knight in German.

Take the back way down through the park, that is the area that goes down behind sons school. The school and it's playing fields are deserted today, and will be for weeks to come, until the problem with the virus is solved.

Along the steep path there are enormous tall sycamores, just before the steep part two especially straight and tall ones stand on either side of the path. They are like sentinels standing guard. It is a valley down to the town, the stream that used to flow here has been put into a pipe for whatever reason.

There is a rustling sound, it is the wings of hundreds of tiny birds, maybe finches, who have all taken to the air at the same time and are flying between the treetops. They are like winged leaves, but flying upwards. Their activities dislodge some sycamore seeds, which fly slowly down to the ground, their wings rotating at high speed. If the wind were stronger the seeds would fly further. This would probably be the more efffective thing for them. But these were just dislodged by small birds, fluttering wildly between the trees, alighting on twigs, only to start fluttering around again.