Friday, 13 March 2009

Above the distant chatter of the invisible starlings down in the poplars, a thinner, harsher squeal comes out of the grass. Some small life, I suspect, is being violently extinguished.

2 comments:

Bee said...

I am always afraid that it is my ruthless cat doing that sort of damage!

Lucy said...

A stoat or weasel, I suspect!