Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Thursday, 13 March 2008
Down the road, afternoon (in the car on the way into town)
A hen harrier, startlingly black, grey and white, floats across the fields ahead of us, stirring up the skylarks. I've not seen one hereabouts for years, and never this close.
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