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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Thirty words a day, about walking the dog. Inspired by Clare's blog Once around the Park
Trédaniel plan d'eau
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- Down the road, late afternoon.
- Up the road, early evening, sky.
- Up the road, afternoon.
- Up the road, afternoon, Bel Orient.
- The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour, afternoon
- Trédaniel plan d'eau, afternoon
- Up the road, late afternoon
- The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour, midday.
- Up the road, late afternoon
- Down the road, late afternoon.
- Down the road, late afternoon.
- Up the road, afternoon.
- Up the road, afternoon (Saturday)
- Woods behind Arondel, walking Moos with Mol.
- Water mill, Guettes-es-Lievres, afternoon.
- Up the road, afternoon.
- Up the road, late afternoon
- Up the road, afternoon
- Down the road, late afternoon.
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2 comments:
Sometimes it is so obvious that birds are flying "just for kicks" -- and not necessarily to get somewhere. I wasn't sure if you were describing this, or a necessary migration.
"Hard way to make a living" is a fun bit of anthropomorphism.
They have to hover to catch food, but it was heavy going! They still seemed to enjoy it, but again, that's probably anthropomorphism. There were a pair of them I imagine live round here, though I don't know. I see them in much the same place all the year round, assuming it's the same ones. It was one of them perched up on the telegraph wire in the picture at Box Elder.
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