Tuesday, 6 October 2015

As the mist lies in the dusk on the meadow, a heron gulps down a large fish, a bat swoops above and a newt makes his way across the path into the safety of the long grass.  A fox hears children and makes a dash from his hiding place in the reeds and out across the scrape into the gathering gloom.

... But by morning the world is transformed by sunshine and the long tailed tits bob down the hedge, chattering to the blue tits as they go...

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