Autumn versus Spring is the annual battle for best season. Once again my allegiance has changed. It starts near dawn on a Sunday morning seen from the top of Thistle Hill in the pasture land.
Birch is a native tree that knows how to milk the appeal of the autumn season, making up for the absence of birdsong by striking an alliance with the early morning sunlight.
But wildlife plays its part. We might regret that this young stag is not a mature beast with full head of antler but he is wild and unmanaged unlike the decorative animals I've recently seen in the grounds of stately homes.
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