Tuesday, 5 August 2008

Down the road, evening

As we pass the wheatfield, something scutters away among the stems. It often happens at this spot, but I've yet to see what it is. I feel I'm being watched.

3 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

aha - a mysterious creature, hope you find out what it is (and let us all know!)

Rosie said...

just checking you and mol are ok!

m.y. said...

"Scutter." I like that choice. It's a scuttle-cousin with a tinge of flutter and even a bit of gutter since it's down in the stems.