Monday, 27 February 2012

This Mortal Soil

There were four female Pheasants feeding this morning and one lone male later in the day.  They tend to come in small groups but one day recently thirteen turned up: five beautiful males and eight females.  Unfortunately we were not the only people to be watching.  Whilst we were away last week two men came down the lane with dogs and guns.  I hope more than five birds survived.

The young hare has disappeared too.  People have to eat I suppose.

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