Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Sunday, 18 January 2009
Up the road, afternoon.
The same kestrel, in a flat and disconsolate grey sky. Two crows encroach into its orbit, and it wheels across the road, stooping to the ground in the further field.
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Disconsolate grey sky . . . yes.
I don't want to be outside right now. It's a huddling by the fire day.
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