Wednesday 26 March 2014

In Possession

They are after all the rightful possessors. We are merely tolerated guests. This was one of the mornings when they seem to be everywhere, in the open and in the woods; making up for those times when we look for them in vain.


Those who were down from the Eastern Moors a few days ago were back, I assume it's them. They showed as just a few shapes in the small wooded area alongside the stream.

Then three odd looking characters appeared looking puzzled as if they had forgotten something but couldn't think what it was.


A large bilberry cushion is swelling on the top of Blacka Hill, but not yet flowering.


A Pipit floated down onto a Rowan twig.



Then through the birch wood towards the southern stream another group of hinds were feeding before it's time to return to deep cover.


Returning later we find the odd looking crew have settled down for as long as they're undisturbed.


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