Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
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:
I am always afraid that it is my ruthless cat doing that sort of damage!
A stoat or weasel, I suspect!
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