Monday, 24 September 2012

Maple Lodge and Woodoaks Nov 1985

Shovelers in winter plumage
a fox sleeping in the reeds in the afternoon sunshine unaware of dabbling moorhen.A gentle breeze brings many leaves from the trees,a glimpse of a heron's wing
in dense cover to my right.Long tailed tits in the willows calling and dancing amongst the branches.
Patches of frost still linger on in the shade,nearby the squirrel leaps through the hawthorns.
Earlier this morning with my Springer Spaniel while watching Lapwings a single Golden Plover flew
off we returned home rewarded by this unusual sighting.

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