The afternoon sky threatened April showers but failed to deliver. Still looking up, one thing was delivered, a buzzard.
This could or could not have been the promised rough-legged variety the local birder had suggested might be around. Whatever kind he was he did 'hang' a little bit but went off when no rabbits appeared on the ground. Blacka is not a great place for rabbits.
And two stags had been resting, one with new antlers sprouting and the other still content to sport last year's fashion - the new season's delivery having been delayed.
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