Saturday 23rd June 2007 0645-0900: 43sp
The dark chestnut coppice is still and silent but for Woodpigeons clattering out through the saw-toothed leaves, shrill Wrens echoing and sonorous Blackbird melody. The black males are conspicuous everywhere, skimming across fields of sweet-scented beans or perched upon poles above fields full of rabbits and Crows.
Some of the crows have long ears. They are in fact sweet little black rabbits. It occurs to me that I see them only as youngsters. Could it be just a colour phase they go through? Like Goths.
Watermill Lane is full of rabbits too; sand from their burrows spills onto the roadway. A Stoat goes bounding through the middle of them, neither side interested in the other.
Mixed Tits (BT, GT, LT) stream through the foliage of an old cherry orchard in which the sprawling survivors bear small, dark, sweet fruit. Somewhere above, a flock of young Mistle Thrushes is rattling.
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